Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed Page 9

  He laughed, and said, “There’s just less light pollution out here in the sticks, so you can see them better.”

  “It’s amazing! I’d forgotten what the real sky looks like in the night, having lived so long in the city. I remember night skies like this from when I was a kid in West Virginia.”

  “Ah, I bet it was beautiful there.”

  She went quiet and he could feel her close up, and that was the last thing he wanted. Apparently her childhood wasn’t a safe subject. He was surprised he hadn’t realized that before. “It probably was for some people.”

  “Well, they’re all ours tonight.”

  After a long while of touching and kissing and avid stargazing, during which she saw her first shooting star, Rod reached behind himself again and produced a natural sponge as well as some wonderfully-perfumed soap, which she recognized as being an outrageously expensive brand. She knew what she was looking at, because she collected scented soaps that caught her eye – or, more accurately, her nose.

  She hadn’t been bathed by anyone else since . . . since she couldn’t remember. Certainly never in her adult lifetime, and sometimes it seemed that that was all she had. He had pegged it right. Her childhood wasn’t worth remembering. She’d spent her life working to get over it, and had succeeded.

  Others, she knew, though, weren’t nearly as lucky.

  Before she began to perseverate about that which she could not hope to change, he told her to lie back and relax, and began to drag that sponge over every inch of her in slow, deliberate circles, not missing even the tiniest bit of skin – not her arm pits, not the backs of her knees, and definitely not her most sensitive spots.

  Concentrating on him and what he was doing to her body completely quelled her incipient depression. It was impossible to dwell on bad things when someone was washing you like a baby, and massaging you like a professional. He even washed her hair with a shampoo she’d never even heard of before that smelled strongly of lilacs, which was one of her favorite scents. She had tons of candles and car jars and reed diffusers of that flavor all around her apartment.

  Naturally, his hands gravitated towards her inner thighs, and up, settling right back to where they had been while they were on the couch, and she was even less able to keep her guard up against feeling every sensation he conjured within her. She was in grave danger of coming if he kept that up, although she had a feeling tht her bottom wouldn’t survive blatantly disobeying him like that.

  Luckily, he seemed to sense how close she was and arose, lifting her out of the tub to stand next to him, huddled close in the chill night air, and let him dry her off as if she were a treasured child, drying every little bit of her – and some places twice – then patiently rubbing her hair almost dry. He took her hand and brought her back into the house, then lifted her into his arms and upstairs to his bedroom, which he had also decorated with candles and flowers snatched from some of the centerpieces and decorations she’d seen around the house. The bed was stripped down to the fitted sheet; the covers lumped into a corner of the room, out of the way.

  She didn’t have time to wonder what that was for, because when he set her down, her feet sunk into the carpeting at least a good half an inch as he kissed her passionately, holding her tight and bending her back over his arm in his eagerness. She returned his kisses with pure abandon, glad that he hadn’t ordered her to put her hands somewhere else, and indulging an aching need to touch him. That had been largely thwarted the entire time they’d been together – which was hard to think was going to be less than two days, and was going to come to an end in a few short hours.

  She slid her fingers into the short hair at the back of his head, using them to hold his mouth to hers as much as she dared, then trailing greedily down over his shoulders to the feel the fine chest hair that was barely visible against his tanned skin, crunching it beneath her finger tips, seeking and finding his small, pebble-hard nipples.

  His hands shot out to gather her wrists at the small of her back. “I want to touch you!” she wailed with such emphatic gusto that he laughed.

  He cupped her face in his hands. “I know you do, and I want you to, believe me, but I have something planned for tonight and if I let you do that I’ll be asleep in fifteen minutes because I won’t be able to resist fucking you, and you wear me out.”

  How could she argue with an explanation like that?

  He took a step back, away from her, and said, “Bend over.”

  He was surprised he hadn’t resorted to the more usual, “Assume the position.” She did as she was told without hesitation, without argument. If there was one thing this weekend had taught her, it was that he meant to be obeyed at all costs.

  Every time she did this, she thought she was getting over the sheer humiliation of the position, bare bottom facing him, fingers touching the carpeting between legs she was required to spread to an obscene degree, and every time she did it, she blushed as fire-engine red as she had the first time.

  This was a bit different, because he got down behind her on one knee and looked at her, scrutinizing her, even going so far as to reach between her thighs and pull her lips open, exposing – and embarrassing – her completely.

  She was further mortified that she couldn’t suppress a slight whimper as he did this, thus letting him know how it affected her.

  “Oh, come now, Sunny. You’ve had to do this from the start. Surely it’s gotten easier for you,” he said, emphasizing his point by patting her right directly on the spot he had just been examining so minutely.

  Then, instead of letting her up as he’d done usually, he began, instead, to swat her bottom – a bottom that was softened by all that time in the tub, and was, despite his efforts, must still have retained a certain amount of moisture, because that was the only thing that would account for just how much worse each spank was than ever before. She’d seen warnings on blogs and websites that being punished on a wet behind was order of magnitude worse than on dry flesh.

  Rod, of course, wouldn’t consider that – or he might, and then just ignore it. Regardless, his hand rose and fell with clockwork regularity, until a pool of tears stained the carpet beneath her face.

  He pulled her open again, saying nothing, just staring at her while she waited for him to release her from this unbearable position. He wasn’t spanking any longer, but he might as well have been, with the after-effects of her scorched behind – the aching, throbbing burn, as if a thousand tiny fires had been lit on each inch of skin he’d turned to an uncomfortable looking – and feeling – crimson.

  Having apparently achieved what he wanted, he helped her up, bringing her to the bed and telling her to stretch out on it. When he joined her, he rolled her towards him and kissed her again, even more deeply than before, his hands roaming at will, reaching down to cup her sizzling buttocks and lift her towards him – although he didn’t really have to do much of that, because she was desperate to get away from the way his groping hands squeezed her ravaged flesh – or wandering lazily further up to claim a breast and its hardened prize, occasionally dipping his head down to suckle strongly, drawing it into his mouth while continuing to flick the very tip of it. He held her top arm to her side so that she couldn’t interfere, and all she could do – besides the mewling that seemed to be constant and consistent whenever he touched her even after such a thorough punishment – was pant and writhe in a very stifled manner within his restrictive hold.

  Sunny was appalled at how quickly he could turn her from the keening mass of misery and pain that she had been a few minutes ago to the slut she was now, who would do anything to get him to please her, but her body apparently recognized him as her master and responded to him as such, with or without the consent of her consciousness, or her conscience.

  Eventually, when he had her very near a fever pitch, he turned her onto her back and gave the other breast the very same treatment, while fondling its mate so that it didn’t feel abandoned.

  Sunny swore she was a mere sigh
away from coming. She had to fight herself, not to just let go and explode all over him, come what may.

  She didn’t. She couldn’t. Her backside – even now – was throbbing and burning from his handiwork, but it didn’t provide anywhere near the distraction she needed, especially when he left her breast and began a lovingly sloppy, wet trail down the center of her stomach, licking her at some points and suckling at others, until he ended up where he intended to spend one entire weekend some time: between those lovely legs of hers.

  Just the thought of his mouth on her nearly had her fainting, and he wasn’t even touching her right now as he adjusted himself and made himself comfortable for what he intended to be a very long stay. Then, that would depend on her.

  “Sunny,” he whispered, his lips millimeters from hers, so close she could feel his warm, moist breath on her bare flesh.

  “Sir?”

  “Mmmmmmm. Have I told you lately how much I like you calling me that?”

  “N-no, Sir.”

  “Well, I do. It lets me know that you acknowledge me as your dom. And you do, don’t you?”

  His tongue snaked out and licked one enticingly puffy lip, then the other, and she could barely wrangle her senses enough to answer him coherently. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Say it.”

  She reverted, instinctively, to what she’d told him yesterday - or was it this morning? “I’m Sunny McClure, and I belong to you, Sir.”

  “Yes, you do. Don’t ever doubt it. That’s very, very good, Sunny.”

  Her entire body flushed with pride of a kind she’d never known before this weekend, but she knew that – even in the real world – praise wasn’t something that was easily earned from Rod Salem.

  “And so, because you’ve been so good this weekend, I’m going to love you with my mouth, Sunny.”

  She contracted, just once, when he said it. Then he said the sexiest thing that any man had ever said to her: “And I want you to hear me when I say that I want you to relax and enjoy it. It’s not a race. You don’t have to rescue me from a fate worse than death.” He’d always been appalled by men who wouldn’t reciprocate oral pleasure for their women, or did it so grudgingly that the women stopped asking for it, which was their original intent. That kind of selfishness was a crime against female humanity. “You have my full permission to come any time you like, as many times as you like, because you never know when I’m going to allow you to do it again.”

  And with that, she found the spot on her body she most wanted him to touch covered – not by his dry, scratchy finger, but by his lips as he very gently – almost too gently for the fever pitch he had driven her to – suckled her into his mouth to be warmly greeted by the thick, wide flat of his wet tongue, that settled and surrounded her tender bud and began to move against it lazily, as if he had all the time in the world, and he intended to use up most of it on this.

  A few moments ago, she would have sworn that his doing that to her would have shot her over the moon and into the next galaxy. But she’d had to hold herself back for so long, that it wasn’t necessarily something where she could flip a switch and her body would recognize that it was okay for her to come.

  So what she did was relax. Although it took a little while, she was greatly rewarded as he ate her up, introducing every inch of her, slowly, adoringly, from her gushing slit to that oft-forgotten area just above her clit, to his eager, talented lips and tongue.

  “You taste like the stars look, Sunny. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he breathed, in one of the few times he actually lifted his face away from her. This was not a man like others, who was only doing this long enough to bring her off, and was going to expect on-demand blow jobs in compensation for his one annual – or semi-annual, mandatory foray down there. He was very thoroughly enjoying himself.

  There was something she would liked him to do, though, that she was debating about asking him, and while she was doing so, he did it on his own, moving just a bit away from her and bringing two fingers to bear against her opening, pressing them inescapably into her, as far as they would go. He could feel how she had to stretch around them to accommodate them, and it nearly got him off right then and there.

  His mouth found its way right back to where it had been, but now, in addition to its delicious sensations, he began pumping very strongly in and out of her. Minutes later, without missing a beat, he reached out and positioned her legs over his shoulders, which widened them further; he knew some women liked that feeling of being extra-exposed.

  Sunny was apparently one of them. The soft mewls she’d been issuing occasionally doubled in volume and frequency, he scaled back his oral assault just a bit. He’d lifted her restriction on coming, but that didn’t mean he was going to encourage her to do it quickly - quite the opposite.

  He then reached under his pillow where he’d hidden things for just this purpose, took hold of something small and conical in shape, bringing it between her legs as he removed his fingers momentarily, dipping the tip into her natural lubrication, replacing his fingers and adding a third just to spice things up. Hearing her whimper as he forced her to accept that sizeable invasion, he popped just the barest tip of a small butt plug into her bottom hole.

  Sunny jerked away automatically, not at all prepared for what he was doing.

  Abandoning his most pleasant pursuit, he let his voice drop as low as it would go as he rumbled just two words: “Submit, Sunny.”

  That set off a flurry of petulant sounding moans, liberally dotted with frantic panting and wails. These he ignored in favor of seating the plug within her, which he did without allowing her time to get used to it, knowing that it was more than small enough for him to settle it within her in one stroke without hurting her. Surprising and somewhat distressing her, probably. Hurting her? So he did just that, and before she could mount much of a protest it was all over, and the plug was in to stay until he removed it. Or not.

  Resuming his place, he continued what he had been doing to her all along, and her responses had easily been reduced by two thirds or more, as her eager mind and sensitive body tried to come to grips with the insulting, insistent butt plug, as well as the additional intruder inside her pussy, which had forced it more widely open than it had been in a while, he would guess.

  He didn’t make any accommodations to the rhythm or power of those thrusting fingers in consideration of her full behind, either. He absently reached down to squeeze one cheek, just to add another level of things for her to think about, another layer of sensations all piling on top of one another as he guided her towards what he hoped would be an epic orgasm.

  It didn’t take long for her to recover from any of those things, he was gratified to realize. She was very close as she sailed well past her previous level of arousal. He decided that it was time to employ the last trick in his arsenal.

  He gave her pussy a long, slow, demanding kiss, flicking the very end of her clit with his stiffened tongue, leaving her very close to her peak, simultaneously reaching up to pinch her nipple as hard as he could, not letting her recover before doing the same thing to its twin.

  Forgetting herself – having been pushed well beyond the limits of thought – Sunny howled her displeasure, barely able to stop herself before she ripped his hand away from her breast, which would have been an extremely bad idea. Luckily, she stopped herself, her hand hovering over his but not touching it.

  “Sunny!” he snapped, knowing she’d already stopped herself, but wanting her to know he’d seen what she had almost done. She snatched her hand away at the sound of his voice, but that wasn’t nearly enough for him. “You will put your hands over your head, and you may not make a fist while they’re up there.” He threw that detail in to give her something to concentrate on, another distraction for her mind. “And you are and not bring them down until either I tell you you may, or until you come.”

  She whined as her hands rose to assume the required position. She was surprised at his little addendum order;
as soon as she got her hands up there, all she wanted to do was ball them into fists, damn him! It was all she could think about, at least until he began to worry her nipples again, and then they quickly gained prominence.

  He wasn’t content with just pinching and tugging them as if he wanted to pull them off. He wanted to return to what he had been doing before, and so he replaced his fingers with clamps that were really just clothespins with rubber coating on the tips. They applied a very painful amount of pleasure without biting into the flesh they compressed.

  As he applied the first clamp she made a tremendous racket, not that he let that deter him in the least. He didn’t even bother to remind her to submit – she was not going to have any choice in the matter anyway.

  He slunk back down her body, reaching up occasionally to jiggle her breasts, causing the clothes pins to waggle back and forth, and stirring up another round of tearful moans. He was of a mind to pull them slowly off her and then reset them, but he decided that was enough for now.

  Before he found himself back where he had always wanted to be, he said, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Sunny, with your bottom sore and plugged, and those clothes pins standing at attention like they do, pinching you hard. I’m going to have my fingers shoved up inside you, fucking you hard while I lick your clit until you scream uncontrollably as you come.” With that he ducked down to the juncture of her wide open thighs, feeling the slight weight of her legs on his shoulders as he jammed his fingers up inside her again, starting to fuck her fiercely with them even before laid his tongue atop her clit and sealed his lips around it.

  Seconds later she exploded just as he’d said she would, screaming full-throated and repeatedly. He refused to let up, finger-banging and flicking her clit.

  “Cum again, baby,” he mumbled against her, and she did, again and again, until he finally took pity on her and let her relax. He removed the clamps, and she started from the pain of the blood rushing back into those tender parts, but he reached down and rubbed, then suckled each one, trying to distract her from the slight discomfort.