Learning to Trust Part 3: The Offer (3 page)

Goose bumps suddenly shot across my body as I felt something cold—
ice cold
, actually—begin tracing along my skin. "Sir!" I gasped, surprised by the sudden icy chill against my skin. My body pressed hard into the cross, almost like he was running into me with a bowling ball.

"Shh, pet. It feels really nice if you give it a chance." He traced the ice cube from my belly up to the nipple that he had neglected with his tongue
, leaving a trail of moisture not unlike the one he had left earlier with his saliva
. The sensitive nu
b of flesh hardened immediately as it succumbed to the temperature drop,
the chill confusing my senses and making me even wetter. It continued to get colder and colder, so cold that I felt like I'd lose my nipple to frostbite. But he was aware, promptly pulling it away as I
began to cringe.

"Good job," he said. His finger lightly brushed my clit; my legs would have locked closed on his hand had they not been tied down. He immediately stopped, leaving me with such a tiny taste. "There's going to be some pain here, pet. I assure you, you'll make it through—a
nd you'll be very happy about your decision to persevere
."

My mind filled with thoughts of terror and intrigue. While he had already surprised me with the ice cube, that didn't necessarily
hurt
. I was feeling everything like it was through an amplifier, a larger-than-life representation of my sense of touch. I was worried that pain would tear my body to pieces. "Sir," I begged.

I heard some metal jingling about and then felt something clamp onto my nipple, like a pair of steel teeth taking a bite. Pain shot through my body, my muscles tensing, my head ramming into the cross
hard
. "Oh god, Sir, please!" I moaned, both in confusion and pain, my body overwhelmed and overpowered by this new sensation.

"Quiet down!" he shouted. "You can handle this, pet. In a moment you'll be wondering why you ever complained at all."

And with that, he put the clamp on my other nipple. "Ow! Oh shit," I cried out. The pain was now coming from two places, my brain begging my hands to spare my nipples from their predicament. I fought the straps on my hands and feet to no avail. I was stuck, a slave to the pain. It stung inside of me, my chest heaving as I realized how helpless I was.
How was I ever going to enjoy
this
? It was like getting teeth pulled.

Then I felt
it
: his tongue. It danced along my clit, circling and spiraling, aggressive and friendly. It was a
much-needed
diversion
from the stinging on my chest, sending a wonderful tingle all through my body. My hips immediately tilted into him, forcing his stubble against the insides of my thighs as my body begged him for more attention. His fingers parted my moist folds, easing into me, my body swallowing his fingers as he pressed against my g-spot.

"Oh god," I whined. The pain f
rom the clamps was actually making
his licking and fingering all the more intense, all the more real.
Tension swelled in my lower belly, the pain and pleasure snowballing into an incredible want. God, I wanted his cock inside of me, wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could, wanted him to hold back nothing. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore; it had just blended in with the throb of my swollen clit.

He continued the motions of his tongue, increasing the pace, making it all become seamless, constant. His fingers fucked into me harder and harder until I came, my breath pouring out rapidly. I didn't even feel it coming. The climax burst out of me, flushing my cheeks with warmth, curling my toes
against the mat on the floor
. My muscles shuddered against his fingers as my walls tight
ened and relaxed multiple times, clenching with each peak of my orgasm.

Roland eased his fingers out of me and promptly removed the clamps, dropping them to the floor with a loud
clank
.
I took a huge, deep breath, suddenly neutral again. Roland pressed my breasts together, squeezing them into cleavage and running his tongue through it. "See, they're al
l
right, pet. I told you that you'd be okay.
Mmm, I love these breasts. I just can't say it enough.
I'll never be satisfied." He pulled away, leaving me
there
alone.

"Yes, Sir," I said. "You were right."

"I also know that I'm right about you being a dirty little whore that wants to suck my cock." I heard his footsteps as he moved around the floor. "I'm going to set you free and you're going to do it. Then I'm going to tie you up the other way. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," I stammered. My mind knew I could handle it, but my heart wasn't so sure. He loosened the restraints until my hands freed themselves and did the same for my feet. My hands instinctively shot to the blindfold—until he grabbed me with some force, pulling my arms behind my back and handcuffing them together. Fighting wasn't even worth it.

"Now come over here, pet." He gripped my shoulders and pulled me to him, lowering me to my knees, helping me maintain my balance with my hands behind my back.
He pressed the tip of his cock ever so gently against my lips, just informing them that it was there. His muskiness was so overwhelmingly manly as it filled my nostrils, reminding me of his power—as well as his sensitivity to my needs.

I reached my tongue forward, caressing the head as I brought it into the wetness of my mouth. Pre-cum had beaded on the tip; my tongue immediately tasted the salty droplet and I swallowed it down, consuming a part of him. I began to bob my head back and forth, encou
raged by his groans of pleasure, wrapping my lips tightly around him. I was feeling more confident than I had last time, and frankly, I was enjoying the act much more this time, imagining in my mind that I was somehow painting a picture, my tongue delivering tiny brush-strokes to his engorged head.

"Yes, pet. That feels so very good," he said. With the blindfold, I was
far more perceptive than usual—
I could hear his breaths coming quicker, the saliva
quietly
sloshing around in hi
s mouth when his tongue shifted, his teeth clinking together when his jaw clenched. I never would have noticed these subtle sounds before—and it was making the situation that much more visceral.

His hardness went deeper into my throat as he held my head, fucking into my mouth with his hips. I fought the urge to gag and succeeded,
deep throating
him, taking him as far into my mouth as I could. He growled loudly, a man that had become a slave to his own pleasure. His motions were almost mechanical as his body began to approach orgasm. By that point, my mouth was familiar with every bump and ridge on his cock, a beautiful map that haunted my mind as I worked. I pulled away from the cock and focused my swirling tongue on the underside of his head, my lips focusing on the rest of the tip.

"Oh god, yes! Yes, pet!" Roland moaned loudly as he released his seed into my mouth. I was hit with spurt after spurt of salty cum, swallowing it all as it arrived. His taste was so mild, salty, but not overwhelming so. His cock contracted again and again, pressing up against the roof of my mouth wi
th every clench of his muscles. He pulled away after his orgasm had concluded, leaning down to kiss
my lips. I eagerly accepted the
kiss.

"Just beautiful, pet. You've come so far already."
His breaths were loud and deep, almost like the inside of his body was made of hollow steel.

"Thank you, Sir," I said. I really liked that he was complimenting me. It felt so warm and authentic.
I couldn't believe the rollercoaster ride of sensations I'd experienced while not being able to see. Yeah, I didn't want to be blind going forward—but this had actually proven to be a pretty great experience thus far. The abundance
wetness
between my legs confirmed that fact.

"Okay, the scene still isn't over." His hands grabbed me around the waist and helped me stand up again. He pressed my body against the cross and secured my ankles, facing me forward this time. I felt a spark of anticipation in my belly, one that was lighting a small fire in my belly. My hands were released from the handcuffs and then planted and
re-
secured against the cross, one by one.
It was now my ass that was exposed, pointing forward into the room like some sort of soft monument. Moisture continued to pool between my thighs, slowly trickling down my legs.

Roland's fingers parted my pussy lips, gently easing inside for a moment. I shivered with excitement as he touched me, up until the point where he slid the small egg-shaped object inside of me, leaving it there. It was thick, but it didn't hurt. I didn't
totally understand it at first, instead trying to just be patient and see where things went.

"We're going to start very simply here, my
pet
. Please, try to relax." His voice was lower than it had been before, huskier. There was a clicking sound and then I heard him squeeze a bottle. He gripped my ass, spreading the cheeks apart, and teased my puckered little asshole with his lubed finger. The lube was cold at fi
rst, causing me to fight
him initially. "Shh," he said. "It's al
l
right. You've got such a beautiful virgin asshole, my pet. So pure and unused."

Oh shit. Can I really deal with this?

His finger eased into me, all the way up to the first knuckle. The lube helped a lot, but still it was so painful at first, my muscles tensing up and holding his finger in place. He moved that finger around gently, stretching me just a little bit. Next, he followed with his second finger—and it was
too much
.

"Sir, please!" I whined. I was having trouble acclimating to this new sort of pressure. Honestly, I'd never even been remotely interested in anal play ever in my life.

"There is no debate," he said matter-of-factly. "You will like this. I have been right every time thus far. I am your
Dom
, pet, and I am responsibl
e for exploring your pleasures—
both the ones you know about and the ones you don't.
Remember that.
Please, take a deep breath and relax.
"

You have to trust him, Marisa. That's what this is all about.

But why
did I trust
him anyway? I wasn't sure if it was for my interview or just for the sexual exploration. Maybe it was both. I started out with a goal that had become very cloudy as I got to know this man better.

Feeling like an animal trapped in a corner, I took his advice, taking the deepest breath I've ever taken in my life and trying to release the tension in my muscles. "Yes, Sir," I said, my words breathy and full. His fingers were still inside of me and
clearly,
they weren't going anywhere anytime soon. My body finally started to relax, my sphincter giving up in its fight to prevent his entrance.

His fingers began to press against the rings of muscle inside of me, muscle that was far more sensitive than I ever would have imagined. He gently probed, touching me, fingering me. It didn't take long—suddenly I was beginning to enjoy this formerly forbidden exploration, realizing that he was making my pussy scream with excitement through his pressure on the back wall. It was nice to suddenly learn that all of these parts were so intricately connected, all of them providing pleasure that I wouldn't have ever known about without Roland. One more finger made its way in, and then he eased them all out. Like I had felt in my pussy, he pushed a small egg into my asshole, one that fit very nicely after the fingers had done their job. I felt empty just for a second until the object was inside.

"Very nice," he said. "Does that feel al
l
right?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. Both my pussy and asshole were filled, but I was okay with it for some reason. I still didn't get the point of the egg things. Were they just placeholders
to keep me stretched out
or something?

"Now, my pet, based on all the dirty things that you've done thus far, I've surmised that you're a very dirty girl, one that needs to be punished for her transgressions. There will be no debate, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, forgetting entirely about the spanking he had delivered the previous day, so lost in the fantasy. The word
punishment
should h
ave set me on alert, but it hadn
't.

Thwack!

Pain shot through my body, pain much sharper than what I had received from the spanking. It was more centralized in one spot, more focused, like a sharp needle pricking me along a small strip.
I cried out, so shocked at the sudden change in feeling after all of the probing. "Sir!" I begged.

Thwack!

He struck my other cheek, the one that had been spared by the first strike. It stung even worse. Tears formed in my eyes, tears that would have nowhere to go due to the blindfold.

Buzz!

"Oh my god!" I shouted. The objects in both my pussy and ass came to life, vibrating, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I forgot about the pain just like that, suddenly overwhelmed by such pleasure."
Both parts of me were working in conjunction, causing me to writhe against that cross, to fight as pleasure defeated my will.