She was fucking killing me. I asked for sexy and she gave me her version of sadistic. Not having my hands on her was one of the most painful exercises in futility I'd ever gone through. My plans before I arrived were to keep my hands entirely off her. That flew out the window within minutes of seeing that fucking dress. Though lifting it and admiring her bruises might not be the sexual fantasy of most red-blooded males, it fucking rocked my socks.I had made reservations at an upscale restaurant that our band frequented when we felt like playing dress up. With Krispin's new wife, Angela, we were settling down and things like suits and ties were keeping us from being tossed out of places we seldom visited back in our crazier days. We weren't exactly known as the sit-down-dinner type of musicians.So now I had a major problem. If any man looked twice at Machala, I planned to punch his lights out. Depending on his size, the management throwing us out might include calling the cops. Fuck
I knew I went too far... told Luke too much. The wine had relaxed me and sitting with him outside our usual parameters lulled me into a false sense of security. I saw his expression and even though he passed off what I revealed as no big deal, Luke saw the real story within the story. Starvation, loyalty, refusing to give up-it was all there. I hadn't thought about Mickey the dog in years-only a figment of my imagination but a key piece to who I was.I didn't feel well. Luke ate quietly and drank another glass of wine. I nervously tried to think of a way out, but I couldn't."You don't like what I ordered for you?" he asked with concern.Hell, I might vomit. "It's good. I'm full."That look came over his face. I'd seen it many times when a coming punishment had me picking at my food unable to eat. He never stood for it and I wondered what he would do now."You've barely eaten." Not the usual, Eat, girl, it will only be worse if you don't.I could see it in his eyes, though. I cut
This was the first time I'd seen Machala dressed casually. Her hair was down, sunglasses propped on her head, an unbuttoned blouse over a tank top and shorts that displayed her long legs. My dick ached. It was hell to stay away from her all week. I wasn't good at denying myself. I told her I'd jerk off to thoughts of her, but I lied. I managed to keep my hands off my dick because she was worth all the torture my cock lived through during the week. Now I just had to make it through another one. At least one more week of self-denial was part of my plan. Fuck.She brought a bag and assured me she had a suit packed along with sunblock. Her olive skin could probably handle more sun than mine could, but the thought of her oiled skin was playing havoc with my junk. The guys would get a kick out of this.We drove to Krispin's in near silence. Machala's nervousness brought out a tender side to me that wasn't there before I met her. I knew my friends would love her and make her feel welcome, b
Angela was beautiful. In a bikini, her large belly only added to her allure. Jewel walked in behind us as Angela drew me to a bedroom. Jewel's beauty was different than Angela's. The scar on her face surprised me at first. In L.A., plastic surgeons specialized in removing anything that distracted from someone's beauty. Jewel's scar only emphasized her strength. She appeared shy and I found it interesting that she shared a triad relationship. Angela pulled us both into the room, closed the door, and laid full length on the bed. "Sorry, but my belly needs a rest and lying on my side is the only relief I get. "Get comfortable so we can grill you for a bit."I knew in most situations I came across as a bitch and I really wanted to start on the right foot with Luke's friends. Outside of D/s, I spoke my mind and had the ability to leave people shaking in their boots without much work. I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I held. I could do this. I sat on the side of the bed and met Angela
I could think of a hundred ways to punish her and she knew it. She was pushing to get her way and it wasn't happening. She'd fucked up all my plans of taking it slow and staying hands off. I smiled because she was making it easier to use her body against her. As much as I wanted to tan her ass and legs back to dark bruising, her suffering from the lack of pain kept me from giving in.I didn't try to hide my hard-on when we walked back outside. The guys had seen it before and Angela and Jewel could adjust too. I practically dragged Machala to the pool. I jumped in, taking us both under water. She was always so well-groomed and I wanted to see her wet and wild. She came up coughing-hair plastered to her face, her swimsuit unfortunately not budging an inch. The damn thing looked painted on.I was never a fan of collars. They meant nothing to me, but seeing the red latex around Machala's throat sent a zing to my cock-the one in the cold water, far from cooled down. The rest of the gang m
Everything ached, most of all my pussy. It had been a long time since I held a kneeling position for so long. I knew I pushed Luke and deep down I'd known it wouldn't work. He was always the one in control and that's what I needed from him. I suffered his punishment as desire swirled through my body.I took a shower and tried to relieve some of my pain, but it didn't work. I needed to buy implements for self-flagellation. Something. Fucking anything so I could come on my own. I was now back to wanting Luke dead.He knew my answer. There was no reason to wait until tomorrow. I needed to stop pushing, though. He didn't take it well and I fucking needed him so badly I screamed aloud. Hopefully the sound of the shower muffled it and my neighbors didn't call the police.I lay sleepless in bed for hours-the simmering need in my pussy refusing to dissipate. I have no idea when I fell asleep, but the dream woke me up.I was a young child looking in the mirror and watching as my body shrank
We slept in late. My nightmare didn't return. I awoke feeling better than I had in months. It seemed that every inch of skin on my body ached. It was wonderful. The plug in my ass was not. Luke slid his fingers between my thighs and pulled just slightly on the invasive glass."Do you need to use the bathroom?" He breathed into my ear."No, but please take it out.""I will when I'm ready to fuck your ass. Right now you'll pay for thinking you control what I do."He had me on my stomach across his knees in seconds. He rarely used a bare hand but his palm rained fire across my previously abused flesh. I muffled my cries against the covers. When he finished, he pulled the plug out, turned me around on the bed, and sank his cock deep into my ass. His fingers snaked under me until he pinched my clit."You don't get to come this morning, my naughty girl."Fuck, he had to be kidding. That was stupid; Luke never joked about denying me orgasms. He pumped inside of me without gentleness. I
The sticky reminder of Machala's blowjob had me buzzing through the beat in my head. I scratched out a few notes on paper before heading to the shower. Machala was coming out of her room when I walked into mine. The reserve she carried like a shield had cracked. She gave me a shy look before lowering her eyes. My well-used cock jumped.I didn't give a fuck that I smelled like nasty cum. I grabbed her hand, pulled her to the end of my bed, and situated her across my lap. I had to hurt her-needed her to feel the connection we shared through pain and acceptance. My palm smarted from the spanking I gave her early this morning, but I didn't care. With both my drumstick and hand hitting her ass, her skin was a mass of bruises.She gave a heavy gasp on the first swat, sending that special thrill straight to my dick, so I hit her harder. There was no one around my home to call the cops if she went from whimpers to screams. On the sixth strike she gave in and her voice echoed off the walls. I