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“Olivia.”
I was asleep when Eisuke returned to the room. His voice calling my name and his hand gently shaking my shoulder drew me back to reality. He pulled off the blindfold and I blinked up at him. He was standing above me wearing a robe, his eyes dark with concern.
“You’re cold.”
I nodded, moving to the side to allow him to unlock the cuffs. I hadn’t been able to cover myself up while I slept. My skin was chilled.
He put his hand on my back while we walked to the bathroom. While I used to toilet, he turned on the shower. He was no longer standing and staring at me with cruelly observing eyes. The punishment was over and I felt tension leave my body as the wall that I’d built up to protect myself over the course of the night began to crumble.
He dropped his robe to the floor and followed me into the shower, pushing my hands aside and doing the work himself. His fingers gently worked shampoo into my hair and his hands carefully washed me. I stood mute, full of too many emotions, silently crying. When the water had chased away all of the bubbles, he folding me into his arms and held me tight. His skin was warm, his body strong, comforting and protective. I could hear his heart beating, his hands moved soothingly over my back. I loved him so much and I’d been fighting that love. Holding it back and trying to diminish it instead of giving it freely.
“Let’s get out of here.”
He left me in the bathroom to comb and dry my hair. When I returned to the bedroom the bed had been remade and the cameras and trunk had been put away. There was sushi on the table. We sat down together and shared it, eating quietly. Without saying a word, he was strength and patience, comfort and support.
We lay on the bed facing each other, the lights dimmed. Words and emotions swirled inside of me. I felt as if I would break under the burden.
“Talk to me.”
He reached out and took my hand, holding it in his, his fingers warm and encouraging.
“I’ve always thought that you didn’t want to love me, that I wasn’t part of your plans. I thought that you would get rid of me as soon as you got tired of me or I got in the way of something that you wanted.”
He remained silent, letting me talk and get everything out. He drew my hand to his mouth and dropped little kisses over my fingers and palm as I spoke, reminding me with gentle touches that he loved me, quietly encouraging me to let everything go.
“I’m sorry,” I said, when I’d run out of words. “I really could have screwed things up. Things could have been better between us this entire time if I hadn’t been holding a part of myself back. I should have just talked to you instead of making things up in my head.”
He rose up over me, rolling me over onto my back, and stared down into my eyes. He still had my hand in his, his lips playing over my palm. “I’m not going to say it every day. It’s your job to remember it. I love you. You’re mine. I’m not sending you away and I will never let you leave.”
He began dropping kissing down my arm, working his way every closer. I felt as if I was opening up completely and letting him fall into me. His trail of kisses reached my shoulder and he moved to my mouth. His lips found mine and I tangled my tongue with his, tasting him, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. He tasted and felt so good, utterly familiar and perfectly precious. His tongue was as strong and commanding as ever, tempting me to fight back and challenge his dominance. Tasting, stroking, swirling and invading, I was panting by the time he broke off the kiss and trailed his lips down my neck.
“Our bed,” he muttered against my skin. “Say it.”
“What?” I was more interested in rubbing my hands over his back and pressing my breasts into his chest.
“Before you said I’d get mad if you pissed in my bed. It’s our bed. Say it.”
“Our bed. Mine and yours,” I said with a smile. He never missed a mistake. “Now let my legs go.”
He was straddling my thighs, holding them closed with his knees. “No. Keep your legs together or I’ll tie them closed.”
“And I thought the punishments were over,” I teased, threading my fingers through his silky hair as his mouth began to trail down towards a tingling breast.
“The punishments will be over when you don’t need them anymore.” He rubbed a fingertip lightly over my nipple. “How are your nipples? Painful?”
“Kinda,” I said, arching into his touch. “It feels good.”
He began lapping his tongue over my hardened nub, swirling and flicking it with his tongue. The usual pleasure danced over my skin along with the prickling electricity of pain. He drew my nipple into his mouth and began sucking gently, gradually increasing the pressure until I was crying out with the intense mixture of ecstacy and agony.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned when he let me nipple slip out of his mouth. “Do the other one.”
He sucked my other nipple into his mouth, this time nibbling gently with his teeth, making me shriek and writhe beneath him. My pussy was throbbing and wet, his every movement on my nipple echoed in my clit.
“Oh please, Eisuke. Please, please,” I cried when his mouth left my breast. To my surprise he moved down, his hand pushing apart my thighs and lightly tracing over the outer lips of my sex. I’d expected more teasing and paid careful attention to his movements, wondering at his intentions.
His thumb brushed over the small mound of flesh above my slit and then he dipped his head to lick his tongue over it. “Here,” he said, tapping my skin. “The next time you think about leaving me, I’m going to have my name tattooed right here.”
“Put your name on me,” I replied in the heat of the moment. I pushed my hips up, seeking more of his touch.
He spread my thighs further and his fingers slid through the wetness between my lips. He moved up, hovering over me as he began circling my clit with his thumb. I knew exactly what he wanted, he wasn’t playing around. His thumb worked over my clit, pushing me towards an orgasm while he watched emotions flicker over my face. I held my eyes open as long as I could, holding his gaze and sharing the feelings that were building inside of me with him. Until they were all too much and my eyes closed as I orgasmed under his touch.
“One,” he said, immediately rolling me over onto my stomach even as I lay gasping for breath and quivering. His fingers massaged over my back, his mouth dropping wet kisses and lapping licks, soothing and arousing me further all at the same time.
“Mmmm.” I stretched, luxuriating under his attention. I loved that he had a thing for my back, it had added an entirely new erogenous zone to my life. As usual he paid special attention to the small of my back, kissing, licking, rubbing, gently sucking. It sent lightning bolts of pleasure racing through me.
“I hate that I had to mark you,” he said as he turned his attention to my ass. “Don’t make me do it again.”
It was true that he never liked to leave any marks on my skin. He was always very careful not to leave any accidental kiss marks or bruises. His words made me laugh. “You don’t want to mark me but you want your name tattooed on my pussy.”
He gave my tender ass a light slap in retaliation for laughing at him. “What could be more beautiful than my name on your skin?”
“Hmm. My name on your dick?” I asked playfully, earning myself another slap. I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to appease my throbbing clit as the stinging pain zapped right to my sex.
“I’m the master and you’re the possession,” he explained. “You get marked.”
His mouth came down on my ass, his tongue licking and his fingers lightly massaging. I gave up on the banter and focused on the delicious feel of him gently caressing my asscheeks. By the time he reached my thighs I was aching with desire.
“Eisuke, please,” I moaned and he immediately flipped my over and ran his tongue up my slit. I drew my knees up, opening myself to him mouth as he sucked on my clit and tapped it with the tip of his tongue. He pushed two fingers inside of me, stroking over my g-spot, making shivers run up my spine. I pushed myself into his touch and his mouth, rocking my hips as each stroke pushed me higher and higher until my body quaked with release. I screeched my pleasure and then reached down to tug at him, pulling him up into my embrace.
He kissed me, his hands caressing over my skin, soothing me as my body continued to tremble and jolt. I held him tightly to me, wrapping my legs around him and pressing my skin to his. I wanted to melt into him so that we would never be separated.
“Two.” He sat up, straddling my thighs and looking down at me. His fingers trailed patterns over my stomach and then reached up to lightly pinch my nipples.
I smiled up at him, slowly arching up towards his hand, feeling languid and happy. I watched him as he slowly explored my body, rewarding him with soft cries and tensing muscles whenever he found an especially sensitive spot. His fingers trailed back down my stomach and over my thighs, sending shivers of delight over my skin.
He moved off of me, spreading my legs and kneeling between them. His rubbed his fingers through my folds. My pussy was warm and wet, but I wasn’t very aroused. I was ultra relaxed and filled with contentment. My eyes followed his hand as it left me sex and went to his cock, standing hard and ready for me. I licked my lips at the sight, imagining running my tongue over the head and lapping up his precum. Desire, quiet and deep, rolled through my body and my hips bucked up, seeking him.
He came to me, his hand on a knee spreading me wide. His cock pressing at my entrance and pushing slowly inside. I moaned, pushing forward to take more of him. I wanted him filling me, plunging into me. He’d been denying himself to me the entire time he punished me and now I wanted all of him and more.
His hands moved to grip my hips and push me down, stopping my pussy in its attempt to devour him, holding me down while he moved far too slowly, gradually stretching and filling me. I cried out again and again in pleasure and frustration as he inched his way to my womb, my walls clinging to him, my muscles clenching, my hips fighting against his hold. My entire body was aching painfully with the need for all of him, throbbing with the pleasure of feeling him inside of me, twinging and begging for more.
When he was finally seated deep inside of me, buried to the hilt, filling me to the limit, he lowered himself over me. His hands left my hips and tangled into my hair and his mouth found mine, taking me with a kiss that threatened to devour my soul. I had never doubted that he loved me. I had believed that love was nearly worthless to him, something to be cast aside, but the fact that he loved me was evident in the way that he touched and tasted and held me at times like this. Times when he wasn’t holding anything back.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and clung to him, meeting his demanding kiss and giving him everything that I could, battling him my tongue, pressing forward begging for more of him. I rocked my hips up into him, stealing spasms of pleasure as I moved my body on his cock, tempting him, silently pleading with him to fuck me.
He broke off our kiss and rose above me, his face darkened with passion and slick with sweat. His eyes help mine as he rocked back, slowly pulling his cock out of me, making me cry out and shake as pleasure jolted through me. I ran my hands over his arms, his chest, his shoulders and back, touching him everywhere as he slowly fucked himself in and out of me. He held my gaze the entire time, watching as passion wrung cries from me countless times, patiently burying himself to the hilt with each controlled thrust, underscoring his love and possessiveness time and time again.
Pleasure built within me, heavy and deep, filling every cell in my body until it was filled to bursting. Ecstasy washed over me as I broke apart under him, screaming my released, held safe in his arms, covered in his love. He stroked hard and same inside of me, pushing my orgasm further, dragging out the pleasure until it seared my soul.
He rolled us over to our sides, pulling me close and tucking my head into his shoulder. I clung to him as aftershocks of pleasure continued to spasm through me, gasping for breath. He’d taken things slowly and was still very much in control of himself, pressing kisses wherever his lips could reach, stroking over me with searching hands. I reveled in the feel of lying in his embrace, my pussy still trembling from his lovemaking.
“Three.”
I’d started to doze off in his arms when he rolled me over onto my back and began pressing sweet little nipping kisses on my lips.
“You want more?” I asked sleepily, stretching and smiling, reaching up to wrap my arms around him, tugging on his lips each time they touched mine.
“It’s never enough,” he said, pushing his tongue past my lips to ravage my mouth. His hand slipped between us to cup and knead my breast, his fingers gently demanding. They slid to the peak of my breast to pinch my tender nipple repeatedly, forcing me to break off our kiss to release cries of pleasure-pain.
He pushed himself up to capture both of my nipples in his fingers, pressing, tugging, twisting and pinching, wringing desperate cries from me. The sharp sting mixed with the soft bliss of his touch was an exquisite torture. I fisted my hands in the bedsheets, arching up into his hands and begging for more. His eyes watched me, drinking in his command of my body, smirking in triumph.
He pushed his hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy, massaging with circular motions over my outer lips. I spread my thighs and watched his hand as his fingers delved between my inner lips, sliding through wetness and flicking over my clit.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he said. “Make sure you’re not holding anything back.”
I nodded, breathless, ready to rock myself up into his hand, but he moved to the side and opened the drawer in the nightstand. I frowned as I watched him pull out a dildo. After the punishment I’d just suffered I was not happy to see a toy in his hand, the pink silicone seeming to glow unnaturally in the light. But there was no way that I was going to tell him no. On this night especially I was ready to give him anything he asked for. I tipped my sex up and accepted the cool shaft as he pushed it inside of me, not stopping until the thing had filled me.
“Roll over,” he said, tugging at my hips. I flipped over onto my stomach, curious about his plans. He started by licking and kissing the small of my back, his tongue playing over my spine while his hands cupped and gently massaged my ass.
His hands working on my ass was a complex torment. His gliding fingers sent pleasure and desire shooting through me, while they set off sharp twinges of pain each time they hit a bruise left by the riding crop. The pain twisted through my passion, sending it to new heights. His hands moving over my asscheeks tugged the skin of my thighs and sex, making my pussy clench around the dildo again and again.
His tongue trailed down between my cheeks as his hands spread them, opening me to his mouth. My stomach clenched as I realized his intentions. This was rare. This almost never happened. His tongue flicked over my asshole, tapping, stroking, swirling and the moans that had been falling from my lips turned to endless cries. I loved it when he ate my ass and the dildo filling my pussy just made it even better than it had ever been before.
His tongue pushed up inside of me, hot and wet, the sensation so strong it felt as if my clit would explode. The walls of my pussy clenched around the dildo, inadvertently pushing it partway out. Eisuke’s hand came up and pushed the toy back in, wiggling it teasingly against my walls aw he fucked my ass with his tongue. Just as I was about to come he pulled his mouth away from my ass.
I moaned in disappointment, but he was quick to move behind me. He squirted some lube on his shaft and shoved the head past the tightness of my asshole, burying himself deep inside of me. I screamed as I was filled in two holes, overwhelmed by the feelings of fullness. Eisuke’s hands cupped my asscheeks and squeezed, sending lightning bolts of pain and pleasure through my ass, my pussy, my clit and my entire body.
I felt as if every cell were vibrating with arousal, sparking with energy. I was filled with so much pleasure that it was incomprehensible that I could contain it all. Eisuke’s hands gripped my hips tightly and he began to move in my ass, slow strokes that quickly increased in speed until he was pounding my ass with fast, hard plunges.
His movements were rough and bold, there was no gentleness or apologies. He was fucking me with all of his strength, driving himself into me, laying claim with his body. I buried my face in a pillow, my screams never ending. He moved his hands from my hips, first pushing the dildo back inside of me since my pussy kept clenching around it and pushing it out, and then reaching a hand down to tangle in my hair, holding tight as I pushed myself back against his thrusts, my body begging for more.
I came hard, over and over, one orgasm after another. His cock would allow me no respite. As soon as one peak was reached, he was forcefully pushing me to another until I was quivering and falling apart beneath him. When he was finally finished with me, he popped his cock out of my ass and spilled his seed over my back, the hot liquid a familiar caress falling on my skin.
I pushed my knees back and collapsed flat on the bed, dragging in air as my body shook and spasmed. Eisuke left the bed and returned with a warm damp cloth, carefully cleaning my skin.
“That’s four, and more,” he said, tossing the cloth to the side and lying down beside me. He’d been paying me back for all of the orgasms that he’d denied me during my punishment. He always took care of every detail.
My breathing slowed and I raised up on my arms to push him over onto his back. “I’m only going to say this one time, so you’d better remember it,” I said, looking down into his eyes. “You’re a shining star. If I hadn’t ended up in the auction, you never would have looked twice at me. You’re way out of my league, so it only makes sense that sometimes I’ll have doubts. I know that you don’t like to say you love me or get all lovey dovey, but sometimes I need a reminder. Not all the time, just sometimes.”
“I’ll do that,” he said, reaching up to cup my cheek. “And you remember this. Every time I look at you I’m reminded of how much I love you, that you’re mine and I’ll never let you go. I never lose site of that fact, I’m always aware of it. I understand why you have doubts, but you should rest assured that I never do. You’re mine and there is nothing else.”
He pulled me down to him and tucked me against his side. “Now go to sleep. You’ve had a hard night and I don’t plan on letting you out of bed at all today. You’re going to need your rest.”