Chapter 65

“I trust you to hurt me and make me feel good, and I trust you to take me into subspace; please trust

me when I say that I want you to get pleasure as well. I’m giving you consent to take any hole you

want, Sir.”

The way Jace looks at me has me wanting to question him, but I know I can’t, I’m not allowed, not

when we are in here. He has the look of someone torn, someone who wants something more than

anything, and someone who knows they won’t be getting that something. It’s the second half of that

look that worries me. I wish he would trust me to know what I want. I may be new to this, but I can still

make my own decisions. I know it’s because he worries for me, he’s come a long way in the last few

months, but he needs to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. He’s wanting to explore this

lifestyle with me, but he isn’t allowing me to explore the lengths my body can endure.

I let him help me off the floor, and as always, he presses his lips against my forehead, always

reminding me that he loves me before we start. What surprises me, though, is that he walks me over to

the bed and bends me over the edge before leaning over my body. His hot breath caresses my neck,

and then my ear; his voice is low and raspy.

“I’m going to warm this cute ass up and then I’m going to take your cunt one last time before the fun

really begins. Is that okay with you?’ He drags his tongue up the shell of my ear.

“Yes, Sir, please…”

The way he’s bent over me is putting a bit of pressure on my

back and making my clit rub against the bed. I want to grind against it, but I know he wouldn’t like that,

so I remain still and wait for what’s to come.

“You will count, Precious.” Without warning, he begins, and I gasp in surprise.

“One, Sir!”

WHACK…

“Two, Sir!”

WHACK…

“Three, Sir!”

They keep coming, and soon I’m at twenty-five, but he isn’t done. He moves down to my sit spot and

starts raining down slaps there as well. The burn is driving my desire higher and higher, and then just

when I’m needing only a few more to toss me over the edge, the spanking stops. Spreading my

cheeks, he slides himself in without saying anything as the scene transitions to the next.

I know he won’t allow me to come yet just by his own moans. No, this part is just for him. I try pushing

myself back to fuck myself on him, but he swats my ass once, indicating that he doesn’t want me

moving. I’m his fuck toy at the moment, so all I do is lay here and take whatever he gives me. My

backside burns with every thrust, igniting the flames within me to burn even brighter. It will take a little

more in order for me to come, but for now, I lay here and enjoy the sweet torture.

Lifting my leg, so my knee rests on the bed, he now has better

access to go deeper and harder, and it’s exactly what he does. His breathing becomes harder the

closer he gets to releasing himself, and I begin to groan every time he slams into me, hitting me so

deep that it causes a brief pain, but it matters none to me.

“Please, Sir, come hard…fill me up…” | pant as my Dom uses me for his pleasure.

“No worries there, Precious. You’re going to get a huge load in just a sec. You’re going to be dripping

all night long.” He picks up his speed and then grips the back of my neck with one hand, holding me

down, as his other hand grips my hip, “Fucking take it all, baby!” He slams into me one last time and

literally roars as he shoots his load deep inside of me.

Jace rests his head against my spine as he catches his breath. When he’s ready to continue, his hand

that is still gripping my neck closes around the hair at my nape and he lifts me to my feet. A shiver runs

through me at the careless, but non hurtful, way he helps me to stand; he is now in Dom mode. He

urges me forward without instruction, stopping us in front of the wooden St. Andrew’s cross. He doesn’t

need to tell me to raise my arms, I just do, waiting for him to secure my wrists to it. Moving down to my

ankles, he then restrains them to the wooden boards as well.

He chuckles as his seed drips and trickles down my inner thighs, he smears it around. He then dips his

finger into my pussy and pumps a few times before pulling it out and standing back up. He lets me lick

our mixed fluids from his finger before he moves away. Suddenly, I feel his presence behind me once

again.

“You will ask me to belt you, Precious. I will not do anything

until you have asked nicely.” I feel the soft leather as he runs it over my back lightly. The feel of it now

is a huge contrast to what it’s going to feel like in a moment.

“Please, Master Jace, belt me good…please make it hurt…” | plead breathlessly.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“Yes, Sir…I need this…”

Lips softly press against my shoulder, “I love you, Precious.” He doesn’t wait for me to say the words

back as he steps away and brings the first strike down. He doesn’t mark up my back at all, keeping to

the soft globes of my butt. After so many, he pauses and massages each cheek before

continuing.

There is no counting these strikes. All I need to do is lean into the wooden structure and enjoy every

sensation, every sting, every burn. I can feel the flames licking at my core, wanting nothing more than

to turn into an explosion. The savage way he uses the belt against my delicate skin would make one

think that he hates me, and that he wants to cause me this pain. He may like to cause me some pain,

knowing that I enjoy it, but only I know just how much he dislikes hurting me like this. So, even though it

looks like he’s doing this out of malice, he’s really in control and is doing this out of love for me.

The leather hits the floor and all I can hear is his hard breathing; that’s how much effort he put into

strapping me. I’ m only halfway there though. Moaning out my need as I pant myself, I turn my head

slightly, “More, Master Jace…please. I want the cane.”

I hear him walk away, only to return a moment later, “No worries, Precious. I plan on caning this ass

really good, but first…”

I feel him attach the straps to my thighs. I know what this is, and my core is already dripping with

excitement, but my brain is crying out because I already know that he’s not going to let me stop until

he’s ready or I safe word. As soon as he inserts the wand in its holder, he turns it on, making my

already sensitive clit throb even more.

“You’re going to come until I say to stop. You want it to hurt, you’re going to really hurt once I drag

every drop of cum from your body…and then some.”

“Oh God, Sir…”

“God isn’t going to help you now, Precious.” He leans in, reaching both arms around to my chest, and

pinches both nipples as he gives me his order, “Come now!”

I can’t stop my body from obeying even if I wanted to. It responds to my Dom’s voice on instinct these

days, I have no say in how it reacts, “OHH…FUCK! PLEASE, SIR…!”

“Please what? I hope the next words from your mouth is to ask me to come again because that is the

only request that I will

grant, aside from making you hurt more.”

“ARGH!!” My climax is still rippling through me as he begins using the cane, prolonging it a bit more.

“That’s right, my dirty whore loves when I torture her sweet cunt, don’t you?” He asks sadistically.

“Yes, Sir, I do…please make it hurt!”

My legs want to give out, but I stay strong and endure it because I know soon, I will be floating in

subspace. I can feel the endorphins starting to fire up with every contact. Another climax hits me, and

he continues. This goes on for a bit, and I’ ve already lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had.

There is a pause as Jace comes around to the front to check on me. At the same time, he tortures my

nipples, keeping up with the pain that my body is needy for. I smile at him, and he smirks back, “You’re

doing really well baby. Just a little more and you’re there.”