The Limousine (14 page)

The next line of fire burned itself into her inner thigh. She gasped and let the pain flow through her deliciously. The Master struck her again, and she writhed in mixed pleasure and pain. Again and again she cried out and found herself trying to force her thighs together again, meeting the resistance of the bonds which held her legs wide open. But the Master was not pleased.
“I’m going to have to restrain you further,” he growled. Kristi breathed deeply, loving the sound of his threat. She felt him slipping wide bands of silk around her knees, and felt him tugging her thighs open even wider as he tied them to the edges of the bed. When he was finished, Kristi’s thighs were wide open and immobile; she couldn’t even struggle the little bit she had been able to before. Kristi whimpered, feeling more vulnerable than ever. She felt the tip of the Master’s crop stroking the thin lines of pain which led up her thighs. Kristi lay there, spread wide, knowing that the Master could now exact all the pain from her supple body that he wished. He lifted the crop and Kristi moaned.
THWACK!
The crop came down harder than before, and Kristi’s body spasmed in pain as she cried out. The next stroke brought a “Please Master ... oh please...” from her lips, and the next a guttural cry of agony. She pulled against the bonds that held her fast, and as her pain mounted she felt her will dissolving further, felt herself giving her spirit over to the Master. The strokes of the crop continued up her thighs. The Master spent a longer time on each inch of Kristi’s flesh, drawing red welts of pain across her white skin.
The Master slowed, striking Kristi harder as he neared her cunt. He paused when his torture brought the crop an inch from the swollen, parted, gleaming lips of her pussy. Kristin was incredibly wet, and getting wetter as she anticipated the punishment being turned onto her pussy.
“Please, Master ... please, Master, no ... please, have mercy...”
The Master’s fingertips began to play with Kristi’s breasts. Her nipples were hard with arousal, and as he squeezed and kneaded them she felt surges of pleasure mixing with the pain in her body. She could feel the throbbing in her cunt that told her she was going to come soon. The Master bent down and kissed Kristi, and she parted her lips willingly, accepting his tongue deep into her mouth. Then the Master’s mouth moved down over her throat, biting and sucking at it, and finally his lips closed over her nipple as he leaned against her.
“Oh God...” she moaned as he chewed and sucked on her nipple. She felt ready to come already. Sometimes Kristi could come just from having her nipples sucked, and she was almost afraid that she would do it this time, she was so close from the anticipation and the sensation of the crop on her thighs. But the Master knew Kristi’s body intimately, and he sensed that she was very close. He might have been able to get her off then without touching her pussy, but he didn’t want her to come. Not yet.
He moved to the other breast, sucking and tonguing it as Kristi arched her back. He bit and sucked with just the right rhythm that would bring on Kristi’s orgasm if he kept it up. But he knew the moment to pull back, and at that moment, when Kristi rode the edge of her climax, the warmth of his mouth disappeared from her breast, and she knew the punishment would continue.
But the Master didn’t use the crop on her cunt yet—he knew she needed a minute to cool down, or she would come and spoil all his fun. So the next stinging blow that Kristi felt was on her upper thigh again, so close to her cunt that she could feel the brush of the crop against her pubic hair. She begged him to fuck her.
“Please ... Master ... let me take your cock ... please put it inside me ... Master ... please yourself with my pussy...”
Another stroke, and Kristi’s oncoming orgasm became part of the pain. She panted with the steady stroke of the crop, and by the time the welts began to rise on her thighs just below her crotch, Kristi desperately craved the crop on her pussy.
That was when the Master backed off. He slowly circled the bed, and Kristi knew he was watching her with pleasure. She felt her exhibitionist excitement soaring as she thought of him watching her, savoring the sight of her half-naked body tied to the bed, delighting in her writhing in pain. The Master touched the tip of the crop against the entrance to Kristi’s pussy, and with a whimper of surrender she opened up for him. He pushed the thin leather of the crop into her cunt, and Kristi whispered “Oh yes ... oh yes...” as she felt it going in. He worked the crop in and out of her pussy, fucking her with it as she rocked her hips the tiny bit that was possible in her secure bonds. Then the Master eased the crop out, and Kristi knew the true punishment was about to begin. But first, she felt the slick, soaked leather tip of the crop against her lips.
“Worship it,” said the Master. “Worship the crop that is punishing you.”
“Yes, Master,” Kristi heard herself whispering. Kristi accepted the crop into her mouth, tasting her own pussy on it. She licked it obediently, kissing and suckling on it. She gave herself over to the crop, and to its wielder. When the Master drew it away, she tried to relax into the pain she knew was coming.
The Master raised the crop, and Kristi felt her anticipation reaching a pinnacle.
“Oh God” was all she could say as the Master paused, torturing her with that moment of anticipation.
Then the crop came down hard on her pussy, sending a surge of pain through her cunt and her whole body. Kristi let her breath out in a moan as the succulent pain flowed through her body. She squirmed on the bed until the Master commanded her to hold still. Then she felt the second blow hitting her cunt. Her moans grew louder and she whispered “Thank you, thank you Master—” cut short by another sharp blow to her cunt. The strokes increased in frequency, the pain rising until Kristi was overwhelmed with the agony. It was unbelievable. She was still on the edge of orgasm, ready to climax at the stroke of the crop. Still, her pussy was juicing hungrily, ready to accept the Master’s tool.
“Thank you, Master, thank you ... thank you for this punishment—oh!”
Her breath came in great shuddering gasps—she could no longer speak. She heard the sounds of the Master getting undressed and realized with pleasure that she was about to be taken by him.
“Oh yes Master ... oh thank you...”
The Master crawled onto the bed, poising himself over Kristi’s vulnerable body. She felt his mouth on hers, felt his tongue thrusting in, and felt the head of his cock teasing the entrance to her cunt.
“Oh please Master ... oh please take me...”
And then his cockhead was pushing in, opening her up, penetrating the tight hole of her pussy. She whispered “yes...” as his cock started to enter her, the head slipping past her entrance and the shaft sliding in. Then the Master settled down on top of her as his cock went into her all the way. Kristi felt him fucking her, his thrusts perfectly timed to bring her off. Soon, as he plunged into her pussy, Kristi came, moaning wildly and shuddering underneath the thrusting weight of her Master’s body. Her orgasm was intense and quick, flooding through her body, filling her with sensation and overwhelming her with pleasure. As she finished her climax, she felt the Master’s thrusts slowing, as he began to fuck her with unhurried tenderness.
The Master took his time and made love to Kristi slowly, his thrusts perfectly controlled. She savored every entrance into her, her gasps and moans growing as he continued. After many long minutes of succulent thrusts, she felt herself getting closer again. She knew the Master was going to make her come again before he let himself go.
“Thank you Master...” she sighed. “Thank you...”
When Kristi came the second time, it was much more intense. She lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment, of lying spread underneath her Master and feeling him thrust into her. She felt him easing his cock out of her, felt him crawling on top of her and guiding his cock up to her face. Kristi parted her lips and accepted the head of his cock into her mouth, worshipping it with her tongue and lifting her head to thrust as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. She licked all around his head and the underside of his shaft, working very hard to pleasure him even though in this position she could hardly move her head and couldn’t give the blowjob she desperately wanted to give him. But she wanted to taste him in her mouth; the Master, however, had other plans. He slid down Kristi’s body, positioning himself over her again, and put his spit-slick cock up against her pussy. With one thrust he entered her again, and started to fuck her fast and strong. Kristi felt him pounding in and knew that this was for his pleasure, that he was fucking her so that he could come. The tempo of his fucking was increasing, going deeper than before, kissing her passionately. Then he was coming, and Kristi felt the spasms of his cock deep inside her. She felt a desperate kind of ecstasy, giving herself over to the pleasure of her Master. He came almost silently, whispering only “yes...” as he finished inside his pet.
The Master lay on top of Kristi, kissing and nuzzling her, for many long minutes of delicious cuddling. When he began to untie her bonds, she relaxed into the softness of the bed and hoped he would make love to her again. Once she was untied, though, Kristi was surprised to feel him lifting off her blindfold.
She kept her eyes closed, almost afraid to look at him.
“You can open your eyes,” he said softly. “I’ve decided it’s time for you to see me.”
Kristi looked up into the Master’s face and was surprised at what she saw. Part of her had assumed the Master wouldn’t be especially attractive, or he would have shown himself to her earlier. She had guessed from the sound of his voice and the feel and taste of his body that he was fairly young—why she guessed this, she didn’t know, it seemed just an instinct, and she knew that she might well be wrong. But when she looked up into his face she saw a gorgeous, blonde-haired man that might have been a
GQ
model under other circumstances. He couldn’t have been much older than Kristi herself. She put her hands on his face and leaned up to kiss him, hungrily nipping at his lower lip with her teeth.
Even though he had removed the blindfold, she still wore the collar, and her gratitude and submission to her Master were signified by it.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered. She kissed him again. “Thank you for everything. You’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful too,” he said, sounding half-sarcastic. “Let’s get under the covers.”
“May I take my clothes off?” asked Kristi softly. “I’d ... I’d like to be naked with you...”
The Master smiled faintly. He bent to kiss her. “Only I can undress you tonight,” he said, the sarcasm still evident. “I’ll have to punish you later for your forwardness in asking. His arms curved around her to unfasten the front clasps of the corset. He slipped it off and set it on the nightstand, and Kristi felt the pressure released on her ribs and stomach. Then he moved down to the foot of the bed and reverently took off Kristi’s stockings, placing them on top of the corset. Now that they were both naked, Kristi felt incredibly vulnerable. She had been naked many times with the Master, but never like this. Never with the blindfold off.”
“In bed,” he said. “I want you in bed.”
Kristi obediently crawled underneath the covers, feeling the smooth silk sheets against her naked body. The Master turned out the light and crawled in after her. Kristi cuddled up against him, every inch of her flesh electric. She felt warm and safe in the Master’s arms.
He kissed her deeply and slowly.
Kristi lay her head against his chest, feeling his heart beating. “Why did you take the blindfold off?” she asked.
“I decided you were ready,” he told her. “You’ve proven yourself many times over. You’re a perfect submissive. Therefore, I can enjoy the luxury of having you as a lover.”
Kristi laughed. “I don’t know whether to be complimented or insulted. But either way, thank you.”
The Master lay on his back, and Kristi pressed her naked body up against him. She felt incredibly turned on being in bed with him like this, without ropes or a blindfold or fetish lingerie—it seemed so ...
kinky.
They began to kiss, Kristi letting her tongue slip in to the Master’s mouth. Her hand moved slowly down his body, stroking his chest and then his belly. When she wrapped her fingers around his cock she found that it was hard again.
Kristi rolled on top of the Master, snuggling under the warm blankets. She began to kiss and suck at his nipples, still working his hard-on with her hand. The Master moaned in approval and Kristi sucked harder, then licked her way down his belly, disappearing beneath the covers. She breathed warmly over the Master’s cock, inhaling deeply the scent of his pre-come and of her own pussy-juices on his cock. Kristi parted her lips and began to lick around the head, eliciting a moan from the Master. He ran his fingers through her long hair as she sucked his cockhead into her mouth and swirled the tongue around the underside. Then she began to lick down the shaft, lavishing affection on the cock that had brought her so much pleasure. She began to tease his balls, too, kneading them very gently with her fingers as she licked up and down his shaft. Then she took his cock into her mouth and began to swallow its whole length. She felt the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. Her fingers were still wrapped around perhaps four inches of the Master’s cock. Kristi took a deep breath and held it. Hungrily, she swallowed her Master all the way, pushing his cock down her throat until the shaft filled her.
Depending on her mood and how turned on she was, she could really get off on it, mostly because it usually turned the guy on so much. In the right circumstances, Kristi could get so turned on while she was deep-throating that with a little stimulation on her clit, she would come after a short while. Other times, she didn’t enjoy it as much—but she enjoyed the results she got, the reaction she got from the guy who was receiving her attentions. The tight, warm feeling of her throat and mouth encompassing his whole length, and the knowledge that she was swallowing him, always made guys moan in pleasure.
Kristi had never had to
learn
to deep-throat, as most of her girlfriends had. She had just sort of done it naturally the first time she went down on a guy (well, he had asked her, but she hadn’t had any trouble fighting her gag reflex the way most people did), though she had gotten better at it the more practice she got—and for years, she had been