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  “Sir, please…”

  “Wait. Not yet. I’ll tell you when, and you’ll come on my command. Not before.”

  Thea groaned, but knew better than to argue with him on this. Tony would have his way, or he would punish her for setting the pace, for taking matters into her own hands, however helpless she might be.

  He dominated her, totally, absolutely, and she relished it. This was what she was born for, this was the reason she was on this planet, her existence revolved around these moments. Her reality shrank to just this room, and her stern Dom, as he caressed her straining, needy body, controlled every nerve ending.

  Tony used his free hand to part her pussy lips, and he rolled the pinwheel along the delicate inner flesh. The gossamer menace of the sharp spikes scraped her clit, and she shivered, her orgasm hovering just beneath the surface. Her senses were at a breaking point, her consciousness about to shatter. She couldn't control this, was powerless to hold back.

  “Sir…” The word was a plea, a strangled, desperate moan. “I can’t. No more. No more, please…”

  “But you can, my slut. You can do more. You’re not ready yet. I’ll tell you when it’s time.”

  Behind the blindfold her eyes were screwed up, tight shut. She clenched her fists as her pussy convulsed, her body wracked with shudders as she fought the desperate, losing battle. Tony was relentless, drawing the wheel along her wide open pussy, over the tip of her clit, then around the sides of the throbbing nub until she was near incoherent with lust.

  Then he stopped. Just stopped. The wheel was gone, her twitching senses bereft. She lay still; shivering.

  The bed dipped again. Tony was beside her, his body stretched out alongside hers once more. His chest was bare, she felt the rasp of the soft hairs which were scattered across his pecs against the delicate skin of her inner arm. He palmed her breast, his touch gentle but firm. He pinched her nipple, the pressure exquisite.

  Now, yes. At last. Enough. Almost…

  His hand was gone. She thought she might cry. Probably was weeping already.

  He shifted again, and she let out a ragged moan as he sank two long fingers into her drenched, drooling pussy. She squeezed, gyrating her hips to force the friction. He let her, didn't order her to stop. She ground against him, seeking the release she now needed more than oxygen.

  “Now. Come for me, slut.”

  The impact was instant. The low, seductive timbre of his voice connected directly to something in her core, and she detonated. His fingers were motionless inside her as she convulsed around them, her body rocking, writhing, contorting against the ropes that bound her as wave after sensual wave crashed through her system. Every muscle, every sinew, every over-stimulated nerve ending spasmed. Her head was spinning, her senses reeling. She was flying, or perhaps plummeting to earth from some dizzying height. And none of it mattered. Nothing mattered to her outside of this all-consuming need her Dom evoked. And satisfied.

  Hours, or maybe just moments later, her body went still. She lay, panting, her heart thumping against her breastbone as her world righted itself.

  Tony’s fingers were gentle as he removed the blindfold to bring her blinking back into the light. She still was not ready to open her eyes though. He released her ankles, then her wrists. Then he pulled her into his arms and held her, shivering against him. He was solid, warm, unshakable. She knew he had her, and she was safe

  “Talk to me, Thea.”

  “Sir? I love you.”

  “Mmm, good to hear. Not too intense then?”

  “Maybe. Definitely. But it was good. And I do love you.”

  “I love you too, my sweet slut. I love your hot, tight pussy, and I adore the way you go wild when you come. I think I may need to fuck you.”

  “Yes, you might.”

  “Or perhaps I should spank you, for being such a greedy, slutty little sub.”

  “Either would be nice, Sir. Or both.

  ”Roll over then. On all fours.”

  Thea did as he instructed, lifting her bottom up and planting her knees wide apart. She crossed her arms on the mattress and rested her head on them.

  Tony rolled from the bed and went to the wardrobe. He returned carrying a polished wood paddle, quite beautiful. It was solid looking, the shape and size reminiscent of a table tennis bat but she suspected this would be a great deal heavier.

  “Sir, I didn't know you had that.”

  “A recent acquisition. I bought it with you in mind and I suspect it will become one of my favourites. I’ve been keeping this one for a special occasion. It packs quite a punch I believe.”

  “I want it, Sir. I want it hard.”

  “And you shall have it. Hard. Tell me when you’ve had enough.”

  Thea nodded, then dropped her forehead back onto her arms.

  She lurched forward when the first swat landed, heavy and solid against her left buttock. The bite resounded through her, sinking deep into her flesh.

  “Christ, Sir. That does sting.”

  “A few more, I think. To warm you up ready to be fucked.”

  “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

  The next three slaps were delivered in quick succession, and Thea screamed with each one. The paddle was long. It could strike both sides of her bum at once, and her Dom seemed intent on covering her entire arse with its scorching fire. Her pussy was open and exposed, but Tony avoided striking her there. She was glad, though perhaps a little disappointed too. The aftershocks of each spank resonated through her trembling buttocks, and her pussy vibrated with the intensity of it. The next two slaps evoked sharp grunts from her. She was nearing the limit of her endurance, but she hated having to ask her Dom to stop. A couple more would be fine, maybe three or four.

  The paddle whistled through the air again and landed full across the back of her right thigh. Thea let out a scream and grasped the duvet in her fist. She was sobbing now, her bottom clenching as she dug deep to ride the pain. Her natural endorphins helped, and would be coursing through her body by the bucket load. She was going to need a lot more than that to weather the rest of this paddling though.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  Thea shook her head.

  “Liar.”

  “Sir?”

  “You’re at your limit. You can tell me that. You know you can.”

  “I’m not, I…”

  He laid the paddle on the bed beside her. Thea sighed and reached for his hand, only now succumbing to the wave of relief, now that the paddling was over.

  “Why didn’t you say?”

  “No need. You always know.”

  “One day I might not. I’m not psychic. What if I didn’t notice and pushed you past your limit? You should protect yourself.”

  “If you were a Dom who didn't take notice I would never have agreed to wear your collar. I wouldn’t have scened with you all these months.”

  “Fair point I suppose. Even so, one day I intend to punish you for this lax habit of yours. Not today though. Today I’m too pleased with you to want to correct your behaviour. But be warned, Mrs Richmond…”

  “Why do you keep calling me that?”

  “It’s your name. One of them, anyway. So, did you like my new toy?”

  “It hurts. A lot.”

  “I know.”

  “I’m glad I tried it, but I’m not sure I like it that much. Do you mind?”

  “Not at all. Shall we just keep it for special occasions then? I think it will come in useful when you need to be taught a lesson.”

  “Remind me to try to avoid that.”

  He nuzzled his face in her hair as he murmured his next words. “You know I cherish you. You’re my submissive and very precious to me. But one day, I will use this again, and I will hurt you. You need to understand that if you’ll be wearing my collar.”

  Thea nodded, and reached for him. Immediately he gathered her up and held her against his chest.

  “Fuck me now,
Sir. Please. I need that.”

  “Do you want to be on top? In view of your delicate derriere?” He patted the region in question.

  Thea yelped. “Yes, please.”

  Tony rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she lay on top, face down, her body draped across his chest. “Grab a condom from the drawer.” He indicated with his thumb where she would find the contraceptives. “Then I want you to remove my jeans and boxers, roll on the condom, and straddle me. I expect you to make a fine job of this, Mrs Richmond. Your customary attention to detail will be appreciated.”

  Thea needed no second telling. She scurried off the bed to locate a condom, then leaned across him to undo the zip on his jeans. The button at the waist was already open. She drew his jeans down his legs, and thanked him when he lifted first one then the other to ease her task. She dropped the discarded clothing on the floor and paused to admire his solid cock.

  A naked Tony was a rare and beautiful sight. She knew him intimately, knew his moods, his preferences, his tastes. He had been inside her in every which way conceivable. He had explored every inch of her body, he was familiar with every intimate detail, there was no part of her he had not penetrated, used, pleasured, yet she would not have to take off a second glove to count the number of times she’d actually seen him naked. She was in no hurry to conclude the experience.

  She crawled back onto the bed and knelt at his side. He looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

  “Is there a problem, Thea? Some reason why you’re not lowering your hot, wet cunt onto my cock right at this moment?”

  She shook her head, and moved to straddle him. His hands at her waist stopped her.

  “Thea? Tell me.”

  “How do you do that? Always know?”

  “Like you said earlier, I’m a Dom who takes notice. So?”

  “I just, it’s just that I hardly ever get to see you—like this. You’re beautiful.”

  “Kind words, Thea. And while we’re exchanging pleasantries, so are you. Now we’ve established that, the reason you’re not getting busy with that condom and jumping my bones is…?”

  “I want to look.”

  “You are looking.”

  “I want to look some more. And touch you. I’d like to explore, and take my time. Like you do.”

  “I’m a Dom. You’re a submissive so you do as you’re told.”

  Disappointed, and chastened, Thea dropped her gaze. “Of course. I’m sorry, Sir.” She tore the end off the foil wrapper she still clutched in her hand and reached for his thick, long cock.

  “Okay. Take your time, as much as you want.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. I haven’t thanked you properly yet for the all-nighter you pulled yesterday. The least I can do is let you do this your way. I’m all yours.”

  “You mean that? You won't hurry me or suddenly grab me and…”

  “Do not push your luck, Mrs Richmond. I promise to try. That’s all.” He lay back against the pillows and winked at her. Then he closed his eyes and folded his arms behind his head, the very picture of a relaxed male about to be pleasured.

  Thea started as he so often did, at the top. She leaned across him to nibble her way from one shoulder to the other, allowing her breasts to scrape across his chest. He shifted under her, but remained in position. So far so good.

  She shuffled a little bit further down, and flicked his left nipple with the tip of her tongue. It was flat, a dark pink button, hard but not obviously swollen and throbbing like her own. Even so, the contact did make him writhe a little. She tried again, this time on the other side. A low growl suggested to her that she may have even less time than she’d hoped. For a Dom whose patience seemed endless when drawing out her responses, he had a very low threshold when on the receiving end of a dose of erotic teasing himself.

  Interesting.

  Thea reached for his cock and wrapped her hand around it. At the base where it was thickest her fingers only just met. She squeezed and drew her hand up, stroking the entire length from base to tip. Droplets appeared, and she smeared those across the smooth, round head. His erection jerked in her hand so she tightened her grip. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the dark pink tip, loving the way he leaked more moisture onto her hand. She pumped her fist up and down the shaft several times, and watched his face contort as she did so. A submissive to her core, Thea nevertheless enjoyed the heady sense of power that his response gave her, the knowledge that she could do this to him. She held his pleasure in her hands, quite literally.

  But she had more than her hands at her disposal. Holding his cock still, she wriggled lower and lay between his thighs, her face poised above him. She lowered her head and took his cock between her lips. At first she just sucked on the head, loving the salty taste of his pre-cum as he thrust upwards. Despite his declared good intentions he would soon retake control, she knew that.

  Thea reached between his legs to cup his balls in her free hand, testing their weight, exploring the rougher texture of the skin of his scrotum. She closed her fingers around his nuts, squeezing their solid, rounded shape.

  “Holy fuck, Thea. If you want me to fuck you, you need to move on. Now.”

  “Maybe I’m happy doing this.”

  “Thea…” His tone was low, gravelly, and dripped with lust-fuelled intent.

  Thea was unmoved. He would do what he would do. She took even more of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it. She tilted her head to one side and was able to ease the head of his cock into the space inside her cheek, making room for yet more of the shaft. She had had less practice with oral sex than she would have liked, but she was propelled by instinct now, and encouraged by his groans and pants. He was becoming more vocal by the second. His hips were rocking, thrusting upwards in short, sharp stabs. Thea matched her own movements to his, synchronising their erotic dance as her hands and mouth worked on him.

  His hand on her shoulder stopped her motion, but she continued to suck and to curl her tongue around the ridge just below the head. Her teeth scraped along the widest part of his cock, and she lapped the salty drops away. He was close, she knew that. But would he make her stop before…?

  “Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He thrust hard, his hand now on the back of her head to force greater penetration. No longer in control, Thea gripped for a moment, then opened her throat to allow him in. Heat hit the back of her mouth, her airway was blocked. She swallowed, once, then again, and dragged in several breaths through her nose. Tony held her still, fucking her mouth now. His balls tightened in her hand, his semen pumped out and splashed against her tonsils. She held on, sucked, swallowed, squeezed as he emptied himself into her willing mouth.

  He went still, quiet. He fisted his hand in her hair and drew her head back. His cock sprang free.

  “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

  “No, Sir. I’m glad you allowed me to finish.”

  “Sweetheart, you are not finished. Nowhere near. Did you lose that condom?”

  “What, no. It’s somewhere about…” She glanced to either side, spotting the foil poking out from a crease in the duvet. “Here it is, But are you still able to…”

  “Give me a minute.”

  It was less than that. His erection hardly seemed to soften at all before she was unrolling the condom over his swelling, hardening shaft and positioning his solid length between her thighs. Thea straddled him, then lowered her body slowly. She used her fingers to direct the head of his cock into her entrance, then placed both hands on his shoulders as she sank onto him.

  “Christ girl, you do a shit-hot blow job, but that feels so good. Squeeze me. Hard.”

  Thea obeyed, rotating her hips for good measure. Tony grabbed her waist to hold her still for a moment, then he thrust up. His cock filled her, stretching her, re-igniting the banked sensitivity he had so thoroughly cultivated earlier. She convulsed, and knew she would come in seconds. If he would allow it.

  �
�Sir, may I…?”

  “You may. As often as you want. Stroke your clit if it helps.”

  It would. It did. Thea rubbed the plump nubbin and dissolved into a delicious, languorous orgasm as Tony continued to stroke his cock in and out. He was in no hurry, their earlier frenzy now spent. Perhaps pumping his load into her mouth had taken the edge off for him. If so, she would reap the benefits now as he fucked her with slow, deliberate precision. He quickly found the perfect angle to drag his cock across her G-spot with every stroke. At this angle he could pull her down onto his cock to meet his upward thrusts, and with each driving plunge the head of his cock bumped her cervix. He was deep, as deep as she could recall, ever.

  She squeezed her inner muscles again, caressing his cock with her body. He was big, stretching her, but it was perfect.

  Her pussy spasmed, the prelude to another rocking climax. She leaned forward to rest her chin on his chest, unable to summon the energy to do her part any more and hoping he would take over.

  He did. Tony flipped her onto her back without ever breaking contact. He hooked his arms under her legs, behind her knees and lifted her for his deeper penetration. He could have fucked her hard, on most occasions he would have. But not this time. He drew back, then slid his cock deep, the action gentle, exquisite in its tenderness.

  “I love you.” Thea whispered the words as her orgasm caught her again, but this time her release was achingly slow. Soft and gentle, the pleasure teased and soothed as her body offered up its response.

  “I love you too, sub of mine.” Tony buried his face in her neck and kissed her. His body stiffened. He buried his cock one last time, and held still. Wet heat filled the condom, and Thea held on. She promised herself she would never let him go.

  Chapter Eight

  “So, what happened today? Did you report everything to the police yet?” Thea helped herself to another portion of sweet and sour pork as she glanced at Tony across the kitchen table.

  “Certainly did. You have an Inspector Collywood very eager to talk to you. He’s coming back tomorrow morning, around ten.”

  Thea nodded, her mouth full of aromatic noodles.