A Punishment To Remember - Complete Version
[For a while now I've been told that I'm pretty good at describing things, and more recently I've had a few people ask me to write something erotic. I decided to give it a go. Since I'm not really used to sharing my work with people, I figured I'd make a post here and see what kind of interest I get. Enjoy!]
“Don’t interrupt me! Shut up and sit in the corner until I’m finished, bitch.” The girl said, with her arms folded over her chest. The entire group fell silent, as if they were all holding their breath and waiting for the blind fury that would descend upon him. The Alpha male. The Master. In the eerie silence you could easily have heard a pin drop. Just a few moments after the words left her lips, all eyes in the room turned to her, and her pale cheeks turned a faint rosy pink in response. Instantly, she felt naked.
Despite the fact she wore a mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a black shirt that only just managed to contain her breasts, with the buttons straining to stay in place, she felt entirely naked. “What?” She said quietly, just as she leaned forwards to adjust the black and white striped stockings that covered her legs. The Master’s face had turned dark; his eyes, devoid of any emotion, but were somehow still filled with a hunger that was legendarily insatiable.
The Master slowly stood and walked silently, with the grace of a large predator, around the table in the middle of the room, and stopped in front of the girl. The collar that she wore, made of strong leather with little silver studs on it, was already buckled tightly around her throat. It had been a gift from him… A reminder that wherever she was, she belonged to him… And only him. As he stood there, towering over her, she felt her stomach do several somersaults, and a swirling pit of adrenaline simply egged her on – pushing her to nudge at his boundaries.
With a heart full of defiance, she reached up and went to remove the collar, but she was instantly cut off as the Master’s hand gripped her throat, pressing down on her windpipe with his thumb. Instinctually she thrashed in his grip, but he held on, ignoring the gasps of their friends around them. Some of them snickered, as they’d experienced this type of punishment before and knew what torment awaited.
He dragged her through the house, down the hall and into the bedroom. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and they winced slightly as the loud slam echoed through the house and even vibrated one of the adjoining walls. “On the bed,” he said gruffly, releasing her as he pushed her backwards towards it. For the moment, she obeyed, and sat there, green eyes gazing up at him. He was so much taller than her – easily over 6ft tall. His legs were like tree trunks, and his arms like thick branches. Power glided beneath his skin, deep within his muscles.
“What now?” She snorted derisively, a devious grin spreading across her face. His beautiful blue eyes that often looked like crystals and ice had turned a deep and dark shade of sapphire that held the depth of the ocean within. Silently, the Master walked to one of the bedposts, where a set of strong chains were padlocked into position.
Ever so gently, his thumb traced one of the links, as if he were lost in thought. “Undress,” he said in a quiet voice that somehow seemed both too close for comfort and very far away. As a Brat, she knew this mood very well and so knew not to push her luck… And after weighing her options and watching as he tugged on the chains, pulling them until the length of them piled on the bed, she slowly stripped down until all she that was left were the stripey stockings, and then sat impatiently on the bed. In her gut, she knew that the punishment would be severe. And the thought alone made the sweet spot between her thighs ache, her pulse throbbing through her lips incessantly.
Still in that eerie calm, he walked around to the bedside table and pulled some padlocks from the drawer. He didn’t look at her once, he only glanced at her legs and then continued to prepare the chains. “Down.” He ordered from the end of the bed; his lips slightly pursed as he waited for her to comply with his order. And she did. She laid flat on her back, her legs parted a little and her arms folded across her exposed chest. He moved quickly, making quick work of her ankles as he pulled the chains around them and padlocked them into place on the bed post, so she could barely move them, and certainly wasn’t able to move them to close her legs.
Embarrassment coloured her cheeks a deeper shade of pink as she tried in vain to cover herself with her hands. But it was all for naught. He grabbed her wrists effortlessly; he was too strong for her. It was one of the traits that made him an effective Master; the ability to overpower her whenever her bratty side decided to come out and play. He yanked her wrists back, one after the other, and chained them to the posts at the top of the bed, leaving her lying there completely exposed.
Once he was satisfied that she couldn’t move to hide herself from view, he walked towards the door and just as his hand rested on the handle, she muttered; “You’re still a bitch.” Instantly, he flew across the room with near inhuman speed and laid over her, with her throat in his hand yet again. Immediately her air was cut off and she tried to gasp, but nothing entered her lungs at all.
His cold blue eyes stared into hers as a single tear leaked from her eye. “I’m sorry… What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” He said with a coy smile, just as he pressed his thumb harder into her windpipe. She tried to shake her head, but he held her in place. Just as the edges of her vision started to sparkle and slowly darken, he released his grip and smiled deviously. “Shall we try that again?” He grinned as she coughed and tried to pull in as much oxygen as possible.
“You can’t leave me like this,” she practically growled, irritated that he would be so cruel. Her thighs twitched as she wished he’d stay and play… But she knew better than that.
“Watch me.” He slowly leaned back and pushed off from the bed, winking at her just as he went to leave… And left the door open. Instantly, she yelled after him, but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. Her mind went to the group of friends in the next room. All they had to do was walk towards the kitchen and they would have a direct line of sight to her.
Immediately, she began to strain against the hold of the chains, pulling as hard as she could with a profound sense of determination. After several minutes, she grunted and laid there completely still. The chains weren’t budging at all, and he’d had them pulled tight, so she couldn’t pull her legs together and give herself a small amount of modesty. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and found herself wishing that somehow the door would close, or that he’d come back and tend to her… She wasn’t entirely sure which she hoped for the most.
*
Time passed incredibly slowly as she lay there. Each second seemed like a minute, every minute like an hour, and every hour like a damn lifetime. Sometime after the Master had left, she heard him say loudly from the other room; “Could you possibly go to the kitchen and grab another glass?” Instantly, she knew that his raised voice was for her benefit. In truth, she should have expected it... A lesson in humility. She heard quiet footfalls first, that rapidly became louder and louder as whomever the Master had sent approached the kitchen. She craned her neck to try and get a look at who he’d sent. Not that it mattered, really. None of their friends were blind. As the guy grabbed a glass from the cupboard and turned to go back to the living room, he stopped in his tracks and the glass dropped out of his hands, smashing all over the polished wooden floor. “Jesus Christ!” Liam practically yelled, just before looking down at the broken glass that had gone all over the place. His cheeks had to have been as red as her own, and she quickly found herself looking elsewhere, as if it would somehow make it less embarrassing. ‘A lessen in humility, indeed!’ She thought to herself, grimacing.
“Any chance you could unlock me?” The girl smiled grimly, fully expecting the answer to be an instant no. But for a few moments, she turned her head and caught him looking at her with an unspoken conflict in his eyes. “Please?” She said. And it somehow snapped him out of his trance. He looked back down at the glass, then turned his head towards the door to the living room.
Then Master’s voice drifted through to the kitchen… “Did you get lost in there?” He called. And Liam quickly snapped into action. He grabbed the broom from the laundry room and swept up all the glass, before grabbing a new one and quickly hurrying into the other room.
A sudden flare of rage filled her mind, and without thinking she shouted; “If you thought that little encounter was going to make me be more respectful you were dead fucking wrong!” The second those words tumbled out of her mouth, she found herself pulling and pulling against the chains with a level of desperation she’d never felt before. For a brief moment, she stopped and listened as hard as she could. Sure enough, heavy steps were coming from the other room that spilled out onto the wooden floor of the kitchen. Some kind of raw instinct in her kept her pulling at the bed posts, yanking her legs this way and that, and using all the weight of her body to try and tug at the chains around her wrists, but the bed posts just creaked and the chains didn’t move an inch.
Just as he entered the room she stopped and looked at him, her breath ragged and heavy. “Did you say that I was wrong?” He asked, that strange calm washing over him like a wave. Her eyes narrowed on him in the dim lights, and yet he still somehow saw the look of sheer insolence in her face. “Well?” He prompted.
“Yes, I did.” She said through gritted teeth, clearly irritated at his lack of an emotional reaction.
“And I was thinking of letting you out…” The devious smile that curled his lips made her internally wince; whatever he had planned, it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Still leaving the door open, he approached the bed and sat on the edge, as close to her as he could get. The tip of his finger began to lightly trace slow patterns along the length of her neck and across her collarbones. A rush of air was expelled from her lungs, just as she arched her spine, pushing her chest upwards to meet his hand. But he just continued to trace the tips of his fingers on her skin.
After a long time of just that, his warm palm flattened just underneath the swell of her right breast, cupping her from underneath. A quiet whine came from her throat just at the moment his thumb lightly brushed against her nipple. It hardened into a tight bud in his hand, and it sent a near electrical-like pulse down through her belly and into her clit, almost as if he were massaging the other little bud, down there, between the folds.
A barely audible groan rippled out of her, steadily growing louder and louder. His hand grazed her ribcage, delicately touching her sensitive and receptive flesh. She’d always been more sensitive to touch than anyone either of them knew. He knew this, of course. And her mind went blank as his hand reached and held onto her hip, his thumb resting nicely against the edge of her pelvis. He gave it a squeeze that made her produce another moan and her breathing started to become more and more shallow, her hips raised in anticipation.
When his hand moved to her thigh, that same thumb pushed against her skin, and he left his hand there for a few moments, his eyes lifting to look at her face. She was contorted with pleasure; her eyes closed, and her teeth buried into her bottom lip. Chained up like this, with all her curves out plainly to see, she looked truly beautiful. She sensed him looking at her, and she peeked from underneath long lashes. She could see that hunger in his eyes again and thought herself lucky that she hadn’t been slammed into submission. Naturally, he quickly looked away and silently assessed where his hand was.
The girl dropped her head back against the pillows and sighed, trying to calm her breathing down in the process. Just as she’d started to relax, his hand moved between her legs and he gently tapped the tip of his finger on her core. Immediately her body jumped, and her head snapped up, her hips bucking against his palm. “Oh god,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. He gave a grunt of approval and moved his thumb into position, delicately rubbing the very top of her clit. This time, her moans started loudly and went louder still as he massaged her. There was no doubt in her mind that the friends they had in the house could hear her. But she didn’t care. Her climax was fast approaching.
Mere minutes later, her body was straining against her restraints and her hips were raised completely off the bed. A tightness formed at the lowest part of her belly, and a warmth spread through her hips to that spot that was being so well looked after. She knew she was about to roar as the waves of orgasms flooded through her aching body… Then it all stopped. His hand withdrew, completely soaked with her sweet juices. “What?” She said sharply before looking at the Master’s face. He was smirking, clearly pleased with himself as he saw the slightly sheen of sweat on her skin, and the fury in her face.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” was all he said before turning on his heel. He quickly adjusted the erection his jeans concealed… And left.
*
The girl turned her head off to the side, so she could get a twisted view of the bedroom window. The sun had obviously dipped, and she knew it had been at least an hour or so since he’d been back. Three times he’d come in and pushed her to the edge of an orgasm… And left her hanging there alone. Unable to move, unable to do anything but moan and whimper in the growing darkness, desperately wanting some sort of relief. Her core felt as though it was on fire, sending brutal shockwaves through her entire body that made her thighs tremble and her spine arch, forcing her to writhe around on the bed.
The chains still hadn’t moved, and she’d resigned herself to the fact that they wouldn’t move until he decided to unlock them. She looked over at the door, which still remained ajar, and turned so her ear was squarely facing it. She couldn’t hear any other voices, or any movement in the house, and dared to let herself hope that that was it. It would end soon. He’d release her from the chains. In truth, underneath all the tension, she felt totally exhausted, like he’d milked her of every last bit of energy. Somewhere nearby, she heard a car door slam. Their friends had been taken home, leaving just the two of them in the house alone. Anticipation tightened her stomach into a knot, and her heart rose to her throat. Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning everything else out.
As if she could somehow will her body into obeying her mind, she closed her eyes tightly and shook her head for a good 30 seconds or so. But as soon as the bedroom door swung open, every thought in her mind flew away, and all she could do was stare. The last rays of sunlight shone through the window, falling across only the upper half of his face, illuminating his eyes until they nearly glowed such a bright blue. Like an icy fire that would never be tamed.
“Are you ready to behave?” He asked, his head tilting off to the side as he took in her form. She could tell instantly that he was reaching the end of his tether. That he couldn’t hold himself back from unleashing himself on her for much longer. Deciding to exercise the only amount of power she had left, the girl let herself fall limp against the mattress and nodded silently.
With that slow, primal gait, the Master edged around the bed, first unlocking her ankles. She pulled her legs together and raised her knees, hiding her belly from view as she relished the feeling of free movements. Her eyes, alight with mischief, watched as he released her right wrist, and waited for him to lean over to free the padlock from the links around her left before she moved into action.
As soon as the key in the padlock turned, with as much strength as she could muster, she leaned up and grasped his left wrist and sank her teeth into his forearm. But just as soon as soon as she bit him, he pulled his arm back with a distinct growling sound rippling from somewhere within him. Out of instinct alone, she began to turn away try and leave as fast as possible for her chance to now tease him, only to realise very quickly that he hadn’t fully unlocked the final chain. She glanced briefly over her shoulder and started trying to see if she could get it to move up and over the bedpost… It didn’t.
“I knew you’d try something. I just didn’t know what it would be.” Her eyes dropped to the red mark that was slowly forming on his arm. “I told you… To never bite me.” Just as she started to speak, he went and did something she did not expect. He shuffled closer and leaned over again, to release her. As soon as her wrist was free, she pulled her arm down and held the aching joint across her chest. He stayed there for a moment, just watching her. She could see that he was pretending to be calm, but his eyes and quivering breaths betrayed the façade.
Everything that followed happened so quickly… His clothes came flying off his body and onto the floor, and he put his knee between her thighs to hold them open, making it so she couldn’t close them while his shirt came off. When naked, his whole body crouched in front of her, and he hooked his arms around her legs, pulling her hips up and off the bed so he could deliver a long lick from her aching entrance and up to that sensitive bundle of nerves. Heat bloomed there, spreading until every nerve in her body felt like it was coming alive, and the girl gasped audibly as her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. He kept his left arm curled around her thigh as his right hand reached up and spanned across her belly.
For a moment, somewhere in the back of her mind she worried about the size of her tummy – even in the heat of the moment she couldn’t keep her thoughts away from feeling self-conscious. She moved her hand to nudge his away, albeit unsuccessfully. As soon as she tried to move him, his fingers began to gently dig into her flesh and his tongue pushed further into the folds, flicking softly at the hood that hid her sensitive button, that then sent a pulse through to some deep and feral part of herself that loved the feeling of being obliterated by each orgasm, of being dominated again and again.
“That feels amazing…” She whispered huskily, her body acting on its own as she pushed her legs open wider, inviting him in without saying another word, and he knew the message well. Licking his lips, he placed his hand to the right of her head and leaned his weight onto it while he focused on aligning the shiny head between his legs with her wet slit and began to push himself further and further inside. Once she’d taken him all in, right to the base, the girl reached up and clung to his back with her nails, her insides twitching around the invasion. With each twitch, he let out a low groan, then closed his eyes and bowed his head so his forehead rested gently on hers.
“Ready?” He asked almost kindly, his eyes flicking open the second she was about to respond. Before she even had the chance to nod or talk, he pulled back so just the tip was resting inside… His free hand snaked down her side, around her back and then onto her ass, tucking her hips in tight with his… And began pumping into her. The quick succession of thrusts sending a wet smacking sound through the air.
The girl pushed her head back into the pillows while he buried his face in her hair and whispered the word Mine into her ear. As their moans grew louder, mixing in the air, his lips moved on her throat, suckling at her soft skin for mere seconds before latching on with his teeth, grinding them into the nape of her neck. A cry of mixed pleasure-pain shot through the air, and her immediate response was to rake her nails down his shoulder blades and into his sides, where she held on tightly.
When the Master finally released her neck, a dark bruise surrounded by easily identifiable teeth marks began to appear, and she breathed heavily against his cheek as he kept his face close. Before she had the chance to think, she brought her hands to his face and pulled his lips to hers. She felt his hard lines mould to her body, like putty in her hands as she let herself take the lead while she probed his mouth, eventually caressing his tongue with her own.
Slowly, he started to thrust harder and deeper inside her, so much that she could feel the head of that amazing length pushing against her belly from the inside. She broke off their kiss with a gasp, and her loud moan echoed throughout the room. She pulled her knees higher, so they were almost by her ears, and felt that probing sensation all over again. Her head dropped back onto the pillow as she watched him over her. As if he somehow read her mind, he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him.
Positioned as she was, she began to grind her hips against his in a near uncontrollable manner, her thighs gripping at his sides as she rode him hard. She leaned back a little and placed her hands on his legs to hold herself upright as she continued to roll her hips on him, his shaft now rubbing directly on that pleasure button; the G-Spot. He knew she could rarely control herself whenever she was on top, and despite being a dominant male, he loved it, too. Her cries became louder and louder the more she went on, the prospect of an orgasm the only thing that kept her tired body going.
As she fell into an appropriate rhythm, his hands reached up her body and his fingers pinched at her nipples, twisting them gently in his grip. It sent another series of husky groans flying into the air as her head fell back, exposing the bite mark he’d left her with, which only pushed him further on. His palms flattened against her breasts, and he kneaded them like dough, their size dwarfing his hands comparatively. His hips raised a little, as if he could somehow push more of himself inside despite already filling her to the base.
As her body started to shudder, she nearly collapsed onto his chest, but instead managed to lean on her hands that were now planted on either side of his head. Taking this as his cue, the Master began thrusting upwards into her, pulling back to the tip before slamming back inside. Juices began to flow freely from her as the muscles inside her started to quiver and twitch, and with each little spasm around his shaft he cried out, his eyes closing tightly as they both edged closer and closer to their climax.
“Oh god,” she whispered into his ear, her lips pressed gently against his neck. Her hands gripped into his sides as her orgasm took over her body in a shuddering rush. She bellowed his name as her nails dug themselves deep into his flesh, her hips and legs shook uncontrollably and her juices shot out of her in a rush, soaking his hips, thighs and the sheets underneath them. Moments after her orgasm, he fell into his own and his thrusts slowed a little as his thick cum filled her insides, with each pulse making her entire body twitch as she groaned.
Her body collapsed against his, and just as he went to move her, she dug her nails into his sides again. “Don’t even think about it,” she growled. He laughed a little and shook his head, choosing to stay still with her, not even moving to free himself from her aching walls. His arms wrapped themselves around her and held her body as close as he could, his lips gently kissing at the growing bruise on her throat. After a while her thighs stopped trembling and exhaustion took over quickly, pushing her into a well-deserved and deep sleep.
