Each strike was harder than the one before, but I managed to count out all ten without breaking down or finding that blissful, floating peace that helped turn pain to pleasure.

"Precious, your ass is glowing red on either side of your thong. While incredibly sexy, that was only the warm-up. Now the actual punishment starts." Master's hand gently caressed the flame burning on each cheek before his touch disappeared completely. Suddenly, his hand landed on one cheek then the other. The loud slap of skin on skin echoed in my ears as the burn shot through my entire body. Oddly, the burn from his hand was much greater than the one the crop had left.

"Sir?" I managed to whisper after swallowing back a whimper.

"Yes?" He responded right away.

"Am I counting these as well, sir?" The question allowed the burning in my ass to lessen. My mind was fighting over what I was feeling. It was painful, but not, at the same time. The shock of new sensations was the primary feeling I recognized.

"No." His terse answer was followed by a rapid succession of blows on alternating cheeks until I felt the weightlessness starting to slip over me.

I'd never been more thankful that I didn't have to keep count because I'd already lost track, and the floating sensation made everything seem so light and fuzzy I doubted I could speak as quickly as the blows were raining down. Eventually, they stopped and my ankles were released, then my wrists followed. Instead of being moved, I was simply turned onto my back before my wrists were again bound over my head.

"Mmm, yes. Floating now, aren't you, Precious?" Master's smile was clear in his tone even as I felt his hand slide down between my spread thighs, barely brushing against the center of my body. One at a time my feet were lifted so they rested on what oddly felt like stirrups. The position opened me up as Master stepped between my spread legs.

Feeling slightly disconnected from everything, it was hard for me to focus on Master. Even when his fingers caressed the sensitive skin along the crease between my legs and hips, all I could manage was a moan of agreement. The rough tug on one side of my panties made my hips jerk against Master’s. His hard erection pressed against my thigh through his pants before he pushed aside my panties and stepped back. My entire lower region was revealed to Master.

“Fuck, yes. All soaking wet. So much for punishment. You loved getting your ass spanked. Let's see how much your greedy pussy can take." Pressure against my opening had me arching my back as his fingers entered my body. Feeling the stretching of sensitive tissue as he thrust them roughly in and out of my body made me groan. "Three fingers and that greedy pussy just sucks them in. How about four?" Without waiting for my response, another finger joined and the pressure increased.

Shuddering, I closed my eyes behind the blindfold. It didn't hurt, it felt good.

Thankfully, he slid them slowly in and out of my needy body.

I’d never felt so full, so wide open. My hips writhed as I met him thrust for thrust. Moans tore from my throat. My body wasn’t my own, it was his to do with as he wanted. I was just there to experience the pleasure he gave. The thrusts stayed slow, but hard. Each one moved my ass against the table below me, rubbing the tender tissue. It only added another level to the intense level of erotic pleasure throbbing through my entire body. My release built but managed to stay just out of reach.

"Damn." Hot breath brushed against my neck as Master’s weight pressed down on me. His cock again pressed against my thigh as he dropped an open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. The fingers in my pussy continued their torment. Master whispered roughly against my ear, "I want to fuck you right here, right now. Feel how hard my dick is for your tight little pussy? Just seeing you take my entire fist in your dripping cunt makes me want to come. Our first time won’t be in front of a crowd, though. You aren’t ready for all of me yet anyway. Don’t worry, though, I’ll take care of your needy pussy.”

Crowd? Fisting? I didn't know which scared me more. I could feel him add his thumb into the mix; instead of pain as I expected, ecstasy vibrated out from my pussy. I could feel his finger tripping against my G-spot on the front wall of my pussy even as my body struggled to embrace everything he was making me feel.

His weight and heat left me only to resurface between my thighs as his wet tongue flicked against my swollen, throbbing clit.

My thighs trembled from the stress of being so wide open for so long, but I fought to keep them open. To embrace how incredibly good it felt to have Master giving me so much pleasure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, just like everything he introduced me to. My back arched, pressing harder against his hand and mouth. An orgasm unlike any I’d ever felt before was building, growing, encompassing my entire body. Just as the pleasure was about to crash over me, he moved away leaving me empty and weeping. Literally. Tears sprang to my eyes even as I struggled to hold them back. I was beyond pride, beyond caring. I begged, “Please. Please, don’t stop. I’ll do anything.”

Without a response, Master stood between my legs, hands pressing my thighs further open as he ground his hard, cloth-covered erection against my throbbing, begging mound. His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking hard on the tender tissue just to the side of my nipple for a moment before his teeth sank deep.

A moan escaped my throat as I rotated my hips, against his still reaching for my release. My fists wrapped tight around the rope that bound them as air rushed in and out of my lungs. The denial of my epic release almost hurt. As I struggled to hold back my tears, I barely felt it as Master sank his teeth into my other breast briefly before lapping his tongue over both bites he’d given me.

I was coming to realize that orgasm denial was Master’s favorite method of punishment.

Chapter 16

John

Damn. I was quickly becoming addicted to the sweet moans and sighs coming from Alix. Bringing her right to the crest of release only to back off and hear her frustration made me smile. She was learning the hard way who was in control. I was and it was easy to see that denying her orgasms was the easiest way to show her that. I was always in control. She might push me to my limits, but I wouldn't let her break down the carefully constructed walls I'd put up. I was the Master, she was the submissive. While I might give everything I had for this little woman and her wanton cries, I would be the one in charge. I had to be with her.

"Please. Please, more, Master." Even her voice was needy as she begged, rubbing her wet pussy against my erection.

"No," I whispered in her ear before dragging my tongue up the outer edge. "You will come when I tell you to come and not before. Unless you need to come so badly you won't mind taking another punishment for it." God, did I have a punishment in mind for her. It was one I'd only used a handful of times, if that. It was brutal, it was sexy and it was painful, but it taught a lesson in a way she'd never forget. I hadn't stopped thinking about her breathlessly confessing her addiction to me. While my addiction was one I was much more adept at hiding, I felt her pain. The need to do something that you didn't want to do, yet wholeheartedly wanted to do. Only another addict would be able to relate and understand what it felt like.

Grasping onto her inner thighs, I dug my nails into her flesh. She moaned and rolled her hips against me. It was clear that she was a pain slut. The crop didn’t break her, no matter how much muscle I put behind it. Even using my palm took a lot to finally get her into subspace. My own palm still burned from the effort I’d put behind her spanking. She was a masochist who perfectly matched my sadist. Her body begged for me to do my worst so that it could enjoy every second of the pain I gave it. She might not understand it, but I did. I was going to make damn sure she understood why we were the perfect pair. Her body called to mine on a level that words would never be able to express. Her response to me revealed just how perfectly we were matched.