Bash, Volume III (7 page)

She was so far out of her head it took her a moment to understand what I was asking, but I smelled her arousal kick in even more when she realized what I wanted to do.

“I’m yours, Bash. Please, do what you have to. If it means the belt, then do it.”

I pulled my belt from the loops, made sure I did it fast enough she heard, and watched her skin turn to gooseflesh, saw her nipples draw up even more, and noted the catch in her breath.

I wrapped the belt around my fist until there was only about ten or twelve inches free, and leaned forward to lift her left breast up by the nipple, the pads of my fingers pushing into it enough I knew it hurt, even without her high pitched yelp.

I struck the outside of her breast twice, and then the inside three times — hard and fast and brutal, but then I immediately released her nipple and soothed the angry red marks with gentle fingers. “Perfect, Angelica. God, you’re perfect.”

Her hands were still at the back of her head, though her entire body was tensed as she fought to keep them away. I massaged her belted breast until she relaxed, and then I reached for her other. She knew what to expect this time, so she stiffened even before I struck, but I didn’t make her wait and the five strokes were over in as many seconds.

She screamed during the final two lashes this time, and I tossed the belt to the side and used both hands to sooth her reddened flesh as I made calming noises and told her how much I loved her.

When she’d once again relaxed, I picked the belt up and wrapped it around my hand again. “Nipples, Princess. I’ll do all four strokes at once, get them over with.”

“I don’t think I can, Bash. I want to… want to take it for you, but,
fuck
, I’m not sure I can lay still and take it.”

“You can, and you will. I
know
how fucking strong you are. Left, right, left, right, and it’ll be over. Take this for me with your hands where they are, and you’ll get my mouth on your clit a few minutes.”

“And if I can’t?”

“Then I’ll give you a few minutes to recover, and we’ll try again.”

“I love you.”

I chuckled as I massaged the base of her left breast. “Love you, too, but that isn’t going to change my mind.”

“Yeah, I know. I want you to do it, want to take it for you — I’m just scared I can’t, but knowing you won’t be pissed if my hands come down, helps.”

I ran my thumb over her nipple and asked, “Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

That wasn’t good enough for the wolf. “Ask me to hit your nipples with my belt, Angelica.” It came out a little gruffer than I intended, but she seemed to take it in stride, though it took her a few seconds to work up to saying it.

Her voice wasn’t soft, whiny, or submissive when she asked for it, though. It was more of a demand as she enunciated, “Hit my nipples with your belt, Bash.”

The wolf came farther forward than I intended, and I felt the muscles of my arms engage as I struck her left nipple twice, then her right.

Her blood curdling scream filled the room and I worried someone would call the cops, but if they did, we’d deal with it when the knock on the door came. I’d made her a deal, and I scooted between her legs and pulled her plump, throbbing clit between my lips and laved it with my tongue. Her screams turned to shouts and moans, and I slid a finger into her sweet folds, wishing it was my cock, but it wasn’t time to fuck her, yet.

I sensed how close her orgasm was and nipped her clit with my teeth — I didn’t want her coming yet. I needed to keep her on the edge until my wolf was through with her, and he wasn’t even close to being done.

I let her get close to an orgasm three times while I sucked her clit, and she was frantic with need when I finally sat up. I wanted to see into her eyes, but the blindfold was doing the trick and keeping her out of her head, so I left it in place.

“Gonna punish your pussy now, Angelica. If you think you can stay spread for me, we’ll go with it, but if you pull your legs together we’ll have to start over. I have some rope, so I’ll leave it up to you — can you give me access, or would you rather I took that responsibility away from you?”

“What will make your wolf happier?”

My heart almost melted at the question — this wasn’t about pacifying my wolf for her, it was about truly belonging to him, to me… to
us
.

“God, I love you so much. The wolf will be fine either way, Princess. The man would prefer to see you agree to be bound for me, to trust me enough to tie you so you can’t get up, can’t stop me.”

“Then use the ropes. I’m yours, so there’s no decision to make.”

Angelica

It took him a good five minutes to bind me to his satisfaction.

First, he’d put a long rope under my hips, with the ends trailing off the bed. He’d trapped this rope against my thighs with another rope, as he wound it around and around my bent knee. Or, rather, my thigh and calf from my knee all the way to about halfway up my thigh — around and around until there was no way I could straighten my leg. He did the same to my left leg, and once both legs were bound into the bent position, he ran one end of the long rope under the bed and up the other side, pulled it tight and connected the ends, I began to understand just how much trouble I might be in.

My legs were fully bent, forced wide open, and held to the bed — out to the sides. My inner thighs were exposed, and my pussy completely unprotected.

And he’d told me he wanted to punish my pussy.

Even changing to wolf wouldn’t allow me to escape the ropes.

He must’ve smelled my fear as I realized not even a
change
would allow me to escape. “You agreed to this. You want to back out?”

I shook my head and wished I could see his face, see
him
. “No, it just caught me off guard. Only another wolf would know how to tie me so I’ll still be bound if I
change
. I trust you, Bash.”

He ran a hand down my abs, across my mound, and over the top of my lips. His fingers stilled, then stroked my outer lips a few seconds before he told me, “Gonna hurt you here, Princess.”

My heart went into my throat with fear, but it was more anticipation than terror, and I told him, “You hurt my ass and my breasts, and I still want you to fuck me so bad, I’d beg for it if I thought it’d do any good. I know whatever you have planned will hurt, but I know it’ll be good, too.”

I yelped as my entire pussy area, from the mound to my clit to my opening, exploded in pain. He’d brought his hand down on all of it,
spanked
it, and it took me a minute to process it.

It wasn’t pain so much as…
shit
, I didn’t know what it was, and didn’t have time to come up with a word before he did it again. And again.

He hadn’t tied my arms — they were still behind my head, and I resolved to keep them there as my legs tensed and my body pushed my hips up, wordlessly begging for more.

Bash didn’t disappoint, and his hand came down harder, and faster, and I heard myself moaning and yelping. There were no words for this, it was both pain and bliss, torture and ecstasy. It hurt, it felt good, and I wanted it to hurt worse, to feel better, to be
more
, and I heard myself begging him for more.

“
Yours
, Bash. It’s yours. I’m yours. Use me, hurt me. God, I need more. Prove to us both how much I’m yours.”

His hand struck me over and over until I was frantic with need, with pleasure, with bliss, with pain, with sensation.

When he stopped, my moan was a protest, but he said, “Gonna give you more, Angelica, but I need your help. Bring your hands down, hold your lips apart for me.”

He talked me through it, so my fingers were on the edge of my lips, spreading me wide, making myself as vulnerable as I could possibly be.

“Five strikes to your clit with my belt, and you’re going to hold yourself open for me. If your hands come away, I’ll wait for you to spread yourself again. No starting over, no anger, no consequences… just show me you want me to do it by spreading yourself again.”

Five seconds passed, but I held myself open and waited. I couldn’t see him, but would feel the bed moving before I felt the pain.

Ten seconds.

I was a bundle of nerves when he said, “Need to put something in your mouth to muffle your screams, Princess. Hold tight a few seconds.”

He got off the bed, I heard one of my drawers open, and he was back. He stuffed something in my mouth, then something else, then something else. I smelled the unscented detergent I used, felt the slick fabric, and realized he was stuffing multiple pairs of my own panties in my mouth. He layered them below my tongue, then above it, before some went in front of it, and I understood he was situating them so I couldn’t easily push the fabric out of my mouth.

When he settled between my legs again, my mouth was stuffed full of fabric, my jaws stretched wide.

“Okay, hold tight to those pussy lips, Angelica. I’ll count and then strike.”

He said
one
a split second before my clit exploded in pain and I tried to come off the bed. My upper body lifted up, but I soon discovered the angle he’d bound my legs kept me from rising all the way to a seated position. I screamed, and screamed, the noise much louder in my head as the silky fabric in my mouth muffled the sound. My hands had come off my lips, and I didn’t know what to do with them now, so I spread my fingers wide, made a fist, spread them again, as my screams finally faded and I gasped for air through my nose.

He immediately realized I was having trouble breathing, and began pulling the panties from my mouth. They were out in a second, and I sucked air into my lungs. He handed me some tissue, and I blew my nose. So unsexy, but it had to be done. I didn’t know what to do with the tissue, and he said, “Toss them on the floor. We’ll deal with them later.”

I threw them to the side and then rubbed my face over and around the scarf as he caressed my legs, teased my lips, and ran his fingers just inside my opening. His voice still deep, the wolf not far below the surface, he murmured comforting words, telling me how much he loved me, how much this meant to him, how much he valued my trust.

When at last my body relaxed and stopped fighting the ropes, I put my hands over my face and told him, “I can’t take four more of those.”

“Yeah, you can. I need you to accept them, take them. The wolf needs to give them, but I need you to absorb them into your body, let the pain soak into your soul until you own it, until you own me as much as I own you.”

I took a breath, brushed the hair away from my face, and reached to pull my pussy lips apart for him again.

The next three strikes probably took ten or fifteen minutes, because he soothed me and gentled me between every strike —held me, caressed me, told me how much he loved me.

And coached me through keeping my screams to a minimum. The whole concept of keeping your mouth sealed shut as you scream is fucked up, but actually putting it into practice…
fuck
.

When I finally reached down to open myself for the final strike, his voice went deep and gravelly as he said, “Ask me for two more instead of one more, Angelica — given one after another, without a break, so you’ll have to hold on and keep yourself open for the second. Ask me for it. Tell me you
want
to give it to me.”

I’d been convincing myself I only had one more strike to go, but as soon as he put the idea in my head, I
knew
this was what we needed to do.

“You’re right. One more won’t do it — we need something big, something huge.” I adjusted my hold, so instead of pulling my lips straight out to the side, I stretched them towards my hips more, so it lifted my clit hood until I felt the cool, dry air on the tip of my clit.

“Three more strikes, Bash. Make it fast, and if you can hold one of my hands in place, it’ll help me keep them both there.”

He didn’t say anything else, but I felt his approval as his right hand touched my left, and he pressed it towards my body, holding it there.

“Love you, Angelica.”

The first strike landed a split second after he said my name, and I clenched my teeth and pressed my lips together as a scream ripped through my throat. The second and third strikes came soon after, pounding the already bruised and battered flesh.

He put his hand over my mouth this time, and I screamed into his palm a few times before I could find enough control to dial them back. He put his mouth at my ear and spoke soft, so I had to be quiet to hear.

“Absorb the pain. It’s my gift to you — don’t try to get rid of it. Accept it. Accept
me
.”

My rational brain wanted to refuse, wanted to fight him, fight the ropes, fight the pain, but another part of my psyche immediately complied, and every sensation I felt sank into my soul. It wasn’t smooth, though, more like a tree accepting the lightning into its roots, and it seared my soul as well as my body, but the tenor changed as I accepted the pain, took it deeper, and deeper, until my pain fused Bash to me, and me to him — and I understood what he’d meant by my owning
him
when I took it into me.

I vaguely remember him cutting the ropes, but I don’t remember him undressing at all. However, the next thing I knew, his cock was in my pussy, his pubic bone banging my bruised clit, and despite the pain, I wanted to come —
needed
to come — but it was too much sensation and I felt as if I were hanging weightless in space, my tether to Bash the only thing keeping me from being lost forever.

His playlist had consisted of songs like Bon Jovi’s
 Bed of Roses
, Tesla’s 
Love Song
, Ozzy’s 
Mamma I’m Coming Home
, Bon Jovi belting out 
I’ll Be There For You
, and Whitesnake’s 
Is this Love?
, but now I floated to the sounds of Queensryche’s
Silent Lucidity
, and Bash finally took the scarf from my face, and we had eye contact for the first time in what felt like hours. As our gazes met I once again felt him, felt his 
soul
 as if I could sense everything he was feeling, and tears came to my eyes as I sensed the love and caring he was drowning in — so much sensation he couldn’t contain it all. This wasn’t telepathy, but it wasn’t far off, and I breathed him in to keep it from being overwhelming. Just as I’d accepted and absorbed the pain, now I accepted and absorbed his love.

The final notes of the song played, and I heard a single guitar as
More Than Words
began to play. I had to wonder how, or if, he’d timed it so well, because the meaning of the song was perfect. I loved him more than words could say, we didn’t need them anymore, didn’t need language to share our feelings with our love flowing between us. Tears spilled from my eyes as I felt so much emotion I couldn’t contain it, and Bash slid in and out of me, slow and easy, making love to me as no one had before, as no one else possibly could, and I reached for him, pulled him closer as I wrapped my legs around him.

I stopped paying attention to the music as songs came and went once again, and Bash changed angles and directions and made me come over and over again until I might not have known my name if someone had asked me.

However, when
Take Me to Church
came back on and he lifted over me, reality came rushing back as he said, “One more place I need to lay claim to, Princess.”

I nodded, accepting it, wanting it, as I told him, “My ass.”

He pulled out, sat up, and reached for the coconut oil. He slicked himself, and rubbed quite a bit of it around my entrance, but didn’t push a finger in.

I let him move me to my side, and I snuggled into him when he situated behind me. My body relaxed into his as he lifted my right leg and wrapped his arm around it and my torso, holding it in the air as he pressed his cock to my ass.

He held me in place as he pushed himself inside little by little. I didn’t ask him if he’d thinned himself — I knew he hadn’t, knew this was about my taking all of him, accepting him into me as he is, and I relaxed and let him invade my ass. It burned and hurt, but when it got to be too much, he slowed and gave me some time before he pushed more of himself in.

Somehow, I relaxed and let him in enough to move, and within a few minutes of being all the way in, he was pounding me without mercy. It hurt, and felt good. It was too much and yet perfect, and a growl started deep in my throat but by the time it came out it was mixed with a moan, and the next thing I knew I was orgasming around his cock as it grew wider and threatened to split me open, but it was just one more way he claimed me, and I gave him
all
of me, with no exceptions.

Songs came and went once again as I was lost in a sea of sensations and ecstasy, owned by the cock pounding me, spreading me wider and wider until I was certain he’d tear me apart, but I didn’t care. It was right, it was perfect, and when I came again, he came with me.

We lay in bed a long while before he asked if I wanted to sleep in my apartment or go back to the compound. I’d been dozing, and part of me
really
wanted to sleep in my bed, but the more vocal parts of me wanted the security of the compound.

However, I was so tired, I fell asleep without suggesting we go… but then came awake with a blood-curdling scream around two in the morning. Bash awoke with me, held and soothed me, and sent calming thought-waves to me through whatever bond we’d formed, until the major adrenaline surge dissipated enough I was no longer shaking.

“Tell me about it.”

I shook my head. “It was a nightmare, and it was awful, but I can’t remember what was happening, just the terror.”

“Okay, Princess. Let’s get dressed enough to get back to the compound. You don’t feel safe here, we won’t stay.”

When we arrived, he took me through the garage to his room, skipping the main areas of the clubhouse, and put me straight to bed where he held me, stroked me, and loved me until I fell back asleep.