128 - Cross

*Trust me, sweet girl, when you finally get to subspace, and discover that you really like it, you’re going to chase that high for the rest of your life. You find the right Master, and you’ll brat just for the thought of getting back. – Dom*

Darkness reached up and pulled the silk hair band out of her blonde hair and let it fall to her shoulders. He cocked an eyebrow at her when she started to shake her head. She pursed her lips and then rolled them in between her teeth.

The dark hair tie fell to the floor and slid across the floor to rest against the wall. Both his hands moved to her hair and his fingers ran through the dirty blonde tresses. Fisting her hair in his hand, he leaned in and roughly claimed her lips. Lightly biting her bottom lip, he sucked it into his mouth before forcing his tongue into her mouth.

She again tried to move towards him, and he quickly moved his hands to her hips to restrict her movement. A sound of frustration escaped her, but she moved her feet back as he guided her hips.

Breaking off the kiss, he took a step back himself, “Go kneel before the cross in your correct position.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured.

Moving around him to the other side of the room, she knelt on the padded board that was placed in front of the wooden cross with her ankles crossed and her knees wide apart. Her hands moved behind her lowered head and linked her fingers together. She gave in and let the tremor of excitement course through her when she heard Darkness messing with the cuffs on the cross.

She stared at a spot on the ground between the legs of the cross. The padding of the cuffs would protect her skin and joints from any tugging or pressure that she may cause.

“Come on back, ma belle.”

The soft-spoken command had her moving without any thought. Her ass cheeks rested on her heels, and he placed the first cuff on one of her wrists and then the other. Ensuring that they were secure, but not too tight, he tapped the back of her hand twice.

Without saying anything, she moved into the next position. Leaning forward, she rested her hands flat on the floor with her fingers and thumbs creating a diamond. Her back was flat for Darkness to place the cuffs for her ankles on.

At the gentle tap on her ass cheek, she lifted that ankle to receive the cuff. When the cuff was secured and tested, he tapped the other cheek, and she swapped her feet.

“Relax,” Darkness ordered with a voice that was thick with desire and need.

She lowered her foot and her shoulders as she anticipated what she believed was coming next. She could hear him moving around but knew better than to look for him. Although she enjoyed the consequences of being a brat, she was not going to push it.

The sound of his jeans sliding down his legs was followed by his belt buckle thudding against the floor. His cut with the chains on the sides joined the denim and then his T-shirt.

He knew how to drive her crazy and he was enjoying this torture just as much as she was. Anticipation leaked out of her and coated her thighs. She felt his body heat before she felt the gentle caress against her ass.

Automatically, Camille moved into his touch and gave a small whimper of need. He caressed her ass cheeks a little more and she relaxed into his touch. Then it was gone.

Before she could object, her paddle came down on her ass. She cried out with pleasure and surprise as more of her juices gushed out of her and rolled down her thighs. It came down hard on the other cheek, eliciting the same response.

A gentle kiss was placed over the sting where the first spanking was given and then he kissed the other.  His fingers traced the letters on her ass, and she knew what he wanted.

“B. R. A. T.”

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he slipped a finger inside her wet cunt, and she groaned as she pushed her hips back. He removed the thick digit and moved it to use her own juices as lube to slide his finger into her ass. “Or are you going to be a brat?”

Another sound of pure pleasure rolled out of her as she again pushed against him. He gave a few pumps of his hand before removing the finger.

“Please,” Camille pleaded.

He gave a soft chuckle as she heard the lid to the tube of the lube being snapped open. The thick gel slid down between her cheeks that he was holding open with his other hand.

“You want me to fuck this ass?”

“Yes,” she admitted as he pressed the tip of a butt plug into tight hole. He stopped, waiting for her to tell him what he wanted to hear. “I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want your cum dripping out of all my holes. I need you to fill me.”

“Good girl,” he praised as he pushed the toy into place and turned it to a low setting. “Are you good?”

“So, fucking good,” she confirmed.

“Let’s see if we can make you feel better,” he said as he kissed his way up her spine to her shoulders. “Let’s stand up and get you strapped up here.”

Darkness helped her to stand up and then hooked the cuffs in place. There was not enough space in their room for whips, but she discovered that she liked the floggers and crops better. He used the flogger against her ass until it was a lovely shade of red.

When she was trembling with need and begging to cum, he tossed the bright red flogger onto the bed and picked up the crop with the heart shaped tip. He also used the remote to turn up the power on the butt plug.

Camille ground herself against the padded diamond at her crotch as Darkness placed a few well practiced strikes against her skin.

“Amos!” she cried out desperately as a tear slipped out of her eye.

The crop was tossed onto the bed, and he unhooked her ankles. Using the modification that he made, the ankle cuffs were connected to chains that brought her feet up almost even with her hips.

“Are you good?” he asked as he slipped her feet into the supports.

“Fuck me. I need your cock in me.”

With a growl of approval, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back slightly. After notching himself in her wet heat, he gave a long slow stroke into her. He adjusted her hips so that his ladder brushed against her own slave ring.

They both gave a sound that told the other that they were home.

“Camille,” Darkness said hoarsely, and she turned towards him. “I love you, ma belle.”

“I love you, too,” she said just before he kissed her. “Fuck me, Amos.”