Blackestnights (6 page)

Cool lubricant dripped down my ass crack and then I realized what the strange dildo was for. It was a butt plug, one designed for extended wear. I braced myself, my asshole tense as he tried to push it inside me.

“Relax or this will only hurt more.” He slipped two fingers into my anus, opening me with quick thrusts, then replaced his digits with the plug.

Breathing through the initial burn and sting of my asshole stretching, I gritted my teeth.

The chains tickled as he secured them around my waist then attached the nipple clamps to my breast. I gasped at the bite to the sensitive buds.

“You may stand now.” He caressed my ass.

At first I felt as though I couldn’t stand up straight. Every time I moved, the butt plug shifted and my breasts jiggled, intensifying the discomfort of both devices.

Black picked up his now watery drink and frowned. “This needs freshening up. Do you mind?”

He punctuated the request with a wolfish grin. Walking seemed an impossibility, but I took the glass and smiled sweetly.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

Settling onto the sofa, he fixed his gaze on me. After a deep breath, I took my first step. The plug slid out a little then thrust into me with the next step, the U-shaped base rubbing my clit. My breasts bounced and again the nipple clamps dug into the rosy buds. Legs trembling, cunt engorged and throbbing, I made my way to the kitchen. The trip was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Every movement sent a ripple of pleasure and pain through me. I loved it.

Once I’d refreshed his drink, I gingerly returned to the living room. He patted the seat beside him. I winced at the thought of sitting down.

“Come on. Join me.” He took the glass, then held my hand.

With a sigh, I resigned myself to his command. Inching lower, I gripped his hand for support lest I plop onto the sofa and impale myself. Finally I came to rest, perched on the edge. The plug sank deeper inside my ass, the base crushing against my clitoris.

Black took a sip of his drink then grinned at me. “Uncomfortable?”

“A little.” I cleared my throat, sitting arrow straight.

“Rock back and forth.”

I did as he said, the shaft plunging farther into me, the base massaging me. Ecstasy coursed through my veins, heating my thighs, my asshole, my cunt. My entire body crackled with need.

“Feels good?”

“Oh yes.” I let my fingertips skim over the clamps at the tip of each breast, continuing to fuck myself.

“Now stop.”

With a groan, I ceased the rocking motion, though my labia throbbed, my heart pounding.

“How was your day?” he asked, offering me a sip of his vodka tonic.

I took it. “Good. I didn’t get much writing done, but I made the effort and that counts for something, right?”

“It does.” He nodded, taking back the glass. “You can write about your experiences here. With me.”

That I could. After all, I’d never pushed my boundaries so far, never been inside a world so completely dominated by pleasure. Who wouldn’t want to read about that?

With a chuckle, he said, “You can hardly keep yourself from rocking, can you?”

My cheeks heated. He was right. Sitting here, ass invaded, nipples on fire, clitoris pulsing, I found it difficult to focus on small talk. “It’s hard not to.”

Tossing back the last of his drink, he crushed an ice cube between his teeth. “Come on. Time to restrain you properly.”

A jolt of excitement shot through me as I eased to my feet. What did he have planned for me tonight?

The short walk to the playroom racked my body, the plug bobbing in and out of my ass, stroking at my clit. I struggled to contain my reaction, knowing Black preferred me quiet, unaffected.

“Get on the table.” He motioned to a padded island in the center of the room.

Grateful for the stool beside the table, I eased onto the high, flat surface. Again, the butt plug delved into my asshole. I sighed, shivering.

“Are you cold?” he asked, carrying a bar about three-feet long that was adorned with two sets of cuffs.

“Quite the contrary.”

“Good.” He eased me back and grasped one of my ankles.

Attaching the bar between my legs, he spread me open wide. Then he lifted my legs and attached my hands to the bar as well. A chain from the ceiling clipped to the center of the spreader, helping me maintain this unnatural position.

Splayed open, I felt the plug slide out a little, the pressure against my labia and clit lessening, but I knew Black had other treats in store for me and I waited patiently.

Slowly walking around me, he stroked my face, my breasts, my thighs and ass.

“Time to help you understand more about yourself,” he murmured.

“What do you mean?”

“For you to let go of your inhibitions, you need to understand why you’re here.”

This statement confused me. I thought we’d covered all that in the initial interview.

“I’m here to explore,” I said.

“Explore what?”

“Kinky sex.”

“No.” He slapped my thigh, the sting heating the flesh around it. “There are lots of types of kinky sex. You like something specific.”

He smacked me again, tugging at the nipple clamps. I cried out in agony, my pussy immediately throbbing with need. And then I knew what he meant.

“Pain,” I replied. “I like when you hurt me. I want to explore that.”

“But why explore pleasure from pain?” he asked, running a hand over my mound and wet lips. He twisted the base of the butt plug, exposing my slit and clitoris. I strained to watch what else he was doing. A small shaft of silver flashed in the light, touched my clit, vibrations shook the pearl at the center. I panted, the sensation too intense. My asshole clamped around the plug. Bursts of ecstasy shook me.

A cry forced its way out of my throat, sweat beading my brow. My cunt felt ready to explode, but I knew I couldn’t come. What punishment would he dole out then?

I forced myself to answer, “I don’t know. I just like it.”

“You do know.”

“I don’t.” I bit my lip, my whole body trembling.

“Hmm.” He switched off the vibrator and spun on his heel. His retreat gave me a minute to catch my breath though I couldn’t calm the raging need drawing my mound and abdomen tight. My pussy throbbed, so swollen I could hardly stand it. The scent of my juices mingled with his cum hung thick in the air.

When he returned, I could see out of the corner of my eye he held a dildo that looked as if it were made of crystal. About a foot long and very thick. I couldn’t wait for him to use it on me, but once he touched the tip of it to my skin, I gasped. It was cold,
freezing
cold.

“Is that ice?” I asked.

“It is,” he replied, drawing the tip across my chest

My nipples tightened, the clamps digging in to the crinkled buds. Oh my God. A dildo made of ice. I could only imagine how he planned to torture me with it. Drips of cold water raced down my torso, collecting beneath my back. I shivered, goose bumps rising on my skin.

Tracing a path down to my cunt, he teased me with the shaft until I couldn’t control my gasping. Every pass of the ice stung, the pain just a peek of what was to come. I could only imagine what it would feel like inside me. The anticipation turned me on even more, my whole body tense and crackling with electricity.

Once he’d whipped me into a shuddering mass of raw arousal, he sheathed the dildo in a condom and pushed it into my pussy.

“Oh—” My voice broke, I couldn’t speak. The shaft of ice stretched and filled me just as his cock would, but instead of delicious heat, it was so cold it burned. Excruciating and exquisite all at once, the sensation overwhelmed me. Panting, I writhed in my restraints, cold water from the melting dildo pooling beneath my ass.

Lips to my ear, he brushed the hair from my forehead. His breath, laced with lemon and vodka, warmed my neck. “Tell me why you like this, little Red.”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “Please take it out. It’s too much, too cold.”

I couldn’t think straight and though I knew he left the frozen shaft in place for less than a minute, it felt like an eternity.

As soon as he extracted the dildo, a rush of relief swept through me. When he pushed his cock inside me, the warmth felt as though he’d penetrated me with a smoldering fireplace poker. I groaned, clenching my teeth. My pussy pulsed, cream and ice water oozing out of me.

Twisting the chain between the nipple clamps around his hand, he fucked me hard and fast, each stroke bouncing my breasts. More delicious agony coursed through me. My cunt constricted, the slick suction reverberating around the playroom.

“Why do you enjoy when I hurt you?” he growled.

I shook my head, my mind reeling. All the vanilla lovers I’d had flashed through my head and though none of them had laid a hand on me, they’d hurt me in myriad other ways—none of which turned me on in the slightest. Why, then, did Black’s aggression and mastery of inflicting pain set my body on fire? I tried to formulate an answer, but each pass of his cock against my G-spot rendered me less capable of thought.

Before I could stop it, a moan escaped me, my pussy tightening around his shaft. A ripple of ecstasy passed through me, but I knew what he would do next.

“No, no, no.” He withdrew his cock, rubbing the oozing tip against my thigh. “You don’t get to come until you answer the question.”

Desperate to have him inside me again, I stammered out the first thing that popped into my head. “It’s you. It’s the way you do this. You make me like it.”

Black dotted my nose with one finger. “Flattering, but untrue. You didn’t know me when you showed up at Rocky Road.”

He reached for the ice dildo.

“No. Please, no,” I whimpered, knowing he’d do as he damn well pleased.

Again, burning cold filled me. I shuddered, gritting my teeth. My pussy contracted around the icy shaft, cold water leaked down my ass. Panting to withstand the pain, I could hardly hear Black as he murmured in my ear.

“Tell me what I want to know and you’ll get your release. Why do you like me to hurt you?”

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, all I knew was that I couldn’t stand the iciness much longer. I could use the stop word, but what fun would that be? I still wouldn’t understand what he was trying to teach me. My past lovers ran through my mind. They’d all taught me something, though I doubted they’d meant to. Black was open with his desire to dominate, to force submission.

Without another thought, I blurted out, “All relationships are painful. Ours is just more honest.”

A smile parted his lips and he removed the icy shaft. “Very good, little Red. Keep following that line of thought.”

As he eased his cock inside me, I couldn’t think, the warmth branding my pussy. But I had to keep going otherwise he wouldn’t let me come.

The pain receded little by little, replaced by friction and heat…and waves of pleasure. He pounded at my cunt, the plug in my ass moving in and out with his thrusting. The sensation of being stretched to the brink over and over filled me with ecstasy. I bit my lip to contain the moan bubbling up in my throat.

Hand in my hair, he tugged at it and I yelped.

“You do love when I give you the gift of pain, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I cried, my body spasming, a climax not far off. I had to learn what he wanted me to learn so he’d let me come.

Why did I like when Black hurt me? Why?

He never inflicted pain without a reason. Whether to teach me or push my boundaries or to free me from my inhibitions, there was always a purpose to both the pleasure and the pain. My mind raced along, freed by the ecstasy rippling through my body.

Suddenly, I understood everything—why I was here, why Black enjoyed inflicting pain and why I loved receiving it.

“With you—” I rasped, my pussy clamping around his cock. “I can control how you hurt me and you never hurt me without purpose.”

One final thrust and he buried himself inside me, his free hand twisting and pumping the butt plug as I came. Each contraction took me higher and I cried out, not caring that he might punish me for being so vocal. Cream flooded my cunt, squirting out of me just as it had the first night.

The orgasm went on for what felt like forever, every twitch and ripple of my body uncovering a new layer of pleasure. Fixing my gaze on Black, I watched his face contort with his own climax, his cock spasming as he unloaded inside me.

Little by little, we both descended from our peak. Gently he withdrew and tucked his still hard cock into his trousers. My body ached from the position I’d held far too long, though I hadn’t realized how much it hurt, too distracted by his other methods of torture.

Once he removed the butt plug and nipple clamps, I immediately felt empty and longed for the fullness to return. Even the throbbing ache of my cunt had receded to a quiet pulsing. All the delicious tension had left my body, replaced by the feeling of being spent.

He released my arms and legs from their restraints then scooped me into his arms.

“How do you feel?” he asked, nuzzling my cheek and carrying me to his bedroom.

“Exhausted.”

“Good.” He kissed me softly.

After depositing me on the bed, he fetched a warm, damp cloth and cleaned between my legs.

“Shouldn’t my cunt smell like you at all times?” I teased.

Leaning down, he kissed my pussy. “You still smell and taste like me.”

For some reason, this fact excited me. The now familiar thrum of arousal claimed my body.

His tongue flicked over my clit and I shivered, still so sensitive. He sucked at the swollen bud, setting a lazy rhythm. I melted against the mattress, sure he’d never finish me off this way, but I was going to enjoy every second of him eating me out while it lasted.

Increasing the pressure, he alternated between nipping and licking my clit.

“Oh yes, Black,” I groaned, my hand straying to the back of his head before I could stop it.

He pinned my arm to the bed and gave me a firm smack against my thigh, but he didn’t stop pleasuring me. The heat of the slap radiated up my leg, adding to the tension tugging at my cunt.

Chewing at my lip, I did my best to remain quiet and still, though my legs trembled. Nothing I could do about that. Each swipe of his teeth and tongue took me closer to coming. My whole body began to shake and I prayed he’d let me have this orgasm. Maybe if he didn’t know I was about to come, I could rocket over the edge before he had time to deny me.

I felt the first contraction pulse from my pussy outward and I couldn’t contain my cries. Dammit, he’d stop any second now, but I couldn’t control my reaction. Ecstasy flooded my core, radiating out through all of me. My cunt clutched tighter and tighter with every ripple of pleasure. I quaked, tears running down my cheeks. He’d let me come and the release filled me with joy.

Gradually, he slowed his rhythm, more pressing his lips and tongue to my clit than sucking at it. As one last shudder passed through me, he kissed my pussy, then my thigh and then came up to kiss my mouth. The scent of our juices mingled sent another pulse of arousal through me, but I suspected this one would go unfulfilled.

“You did good work tonight, figuring out your motivations.” He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “Get some rest. I have to clean up from our playtime.”

Though I didn’t want to fall asleep without him, I knew I had to comply with his wishes. One more kiss and then he left me. I snuggled beneath the comforter and drifted off to sleep, the echoes of my climax releasing the last tension left in my body.