The Gift Ch. 03

I am about to accept my punishment—again. My knees are so weak, I can barely walk as he half leads, half carries me toward our bedroom.

"Lean over the bed." I'm surprised. I was sure he was going for the riding crop. He reaches across me and I hear him rummaging in "the drawer"; the one with the lock and all the playtime stuff in it. His well lubed finger slides up and down the cleft of my ass. I'm shivering as he drips some more of the cool lube on my asshole. With his hand on the small of my back, he slips his finger inside. He fucks my ass with first one finger, and then adds another. I'm getting so turned on again. He knows I want that nice fat cock to replace his fingers. Instead, he pushes in the butt plug I bought with one smooth motion. I moan and my breath comes in short gasps as I adjust to the invasion. His hand moves down to my pussy.

"What a little slut you are. You're wet again already." He rubs his fingers up and down my slit. "Over here" he says.

I stand up and move over to the closet. "Get rid of the shoes." I bend over and slowly remove one shoe at a time, giving him a great view of my plugged ass and stalling the inevitable. "The stalling is going to cost you." Damn. Who knew I was so transparent? I tuck the shoes into the closet and close the door.

He moves me aside and reaches up to the bar I installed this afternoon. He does a few chin ups and smiles over at me. Apparently he is satisfied with my ability to use a screw gun and stud finder. "Grab the bar." He steps out of the way and I step up. I stand up on the balls of my feet and grab hold. He buckles the leather around my wrists and slides them apart. He pushes down the hard rubber stoppers I added on the bar to keep the restraints from sliding. He runs his hands up my arms and pushes in but my wrists aren't going anywhere. Satisfied, he bends and gives my ankles the same treatment.

He steps up behind me, pressing against my back. He is so hard. He reaches around and grabs my breasts, crushing them in his hands, pinching my nipples hard. One hand slides down to my stomach, the other begins pulling and twisting the butt plug. He starts to fuck me slowly with it, pulling it part way out and slamming it back in. I am nearly out of my mind. He must feel my stomach muscles quivering under his hand as I'm about to cum, because he slams it home and backs away from me.

I hear rustling on the bed and then feel the loop of the riding crop touch the back of my neck. "Your safe word is broccoli," he says as he runs the crop from my neck down my spine to the top of my ass. "It is broccoli because every time you eat it from now on, you are going to picture yourself, spread-eagled, ass plugged, completely at my mercy, which we both know is in short supply."

I shudder. The crop slides lower, between my butt cheeks, over the butt plug, down into my wet pussy. He slides it in and out. If I could move enough to squirm I would, but I have to settle for heavy breathing. When I'm on the edge of orgasm again, he stops and pulls it out.

I hear the swish before I feel the first crack of the riding crop across my back. I gasp and flinch as much as I'm able at the pain. The blows start falling steadily across my back, my ass, and my thighs. I lose the count I've been keeping in my head somewhere around 25. Tears fill my eyes and the safe word springs to my lips, but I hold onto it and just breathe through the pain. This isn't for me; it's for him.

Finally he stops. I hear the riding crop drop to the floor. He is behind me, running his hands lightly over my sore back. As he kneels down and unfastens each ankle, he licks the back of my thigh. His warm tongue salves my abused skin. His hand reaches between my legs and starts fingering my clit as he licks his way up my back. He sucks on the back of my neck and keeps pleasuring me with his fingers until I'm moaning.

He quits fingering me long enough to unsnap my wrists. My knees buckle. He catches me and helps me over to the edge of the bed. He leans over me and I wrap my shaking legs around his waist. He thrusts his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my cunt. All of a sudden, he's fucking me so hard and so fast. All I can do is hang on. The friction between him and the butt plug is intense. He's licking and sucking my nipples, raking them with his teeth. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. He impales me with his cock and whispers in my ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass now."

At those words, a tremor runs through me. He slides off me, and pulls out the butt plug. He grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders, driving his cock up my ass in one thrust. I scream as he starts pounding me. He pinches and twists my nipples. I feel him swelling in my ass, he's going to cum soon. He rams into me and pins me to the bed again. "Do you want to cum?"

"Oh God, yes please."

He nearly pulls out and slams into me again. "Yes please, what?" His voice is shaking. He's right on the edge.

"Yes please Master. Let me cum, please." He nearly pulls out again, leaving only the head of his dick in. I'm squirming around trying to get all of it back again. "Please fuck me please, cum in my ass. Fuck your slut, please, please" I'm begging.

He grabs my hips and rams me hard. He throws his head back and roars as he shoots his load in my tight little ass. I cum hard just as he does. He collapses on top of me and we lay there for a few minutes. With a kiss, he sends me off for a shower on my shaky legs. When I'm done in the bathroom, I go and sit cross-legged on the bedroom floor, waiting for him to finish his shower.

He comes in the bedroom. "My other slaves slept on the floor. You can sleep right there on the rug." I hear him hold his breath, waiting for the explosion, the finger, and me saying "Fuck you, you fuckin fuck." (We do have history, you know.) I let him wait a few moments—why should he have all the fun?) I nod. I figure in for a penny, in for a pound. When I don't kick up a fuss, he sighs with surprise or relief, and throws a pillow down for me. I curl up on the rug. I'm so exhausted, I fall asleep before he even turns out the light.

I'm roused from a sound sleep by kisses on my face. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. When I'm tucked in beside him, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me gently. "I couldn't sleep without you," he says. I snuggle up beside him and smile. Now I remember why I did this. I wonder how happy he will be when he finds out about the cameras I installed. I drift off to sleep. I'll need my strength for the rest of the weekend.