Chapter 200: Luke
The sticky reminder of Machala's blowjob had me buzzing through the beat in my head. I scratched out a few notes on paper before heading to the shower. Machala was coming out of her room when I walked into mine. The reserve she carried like a shield had cracked. She gave me a shy look before lowering her eyes. My well-used cock jumped.
I didn't give a fuck that I smelled like nasty cum. I grabbed her hand, pulled her to the end of my bed, and situated her across my lap. I had to hurt her-needed her to feel the connection we shared through pain and acceptance. My palm smarted from the spanking I gave her early this morning, but I didn't care. With both my drumstick and hand hitting her ass, her skin was a mass of bruises.
She gave a heavy gasp on the first swat, sending that special thrill straight to my dick, so I hit her harder. There was no one around my home to call the cops if she went from whimpers to screams. On the sixth strike she gave in and her voice echoed off the walls. I gave four more before standing and pulling her up with me.
I steadied her on her feet, planted a tender kiss on her cheek, and immediately turned away entering my bathroom to hit the shower. Living with her twenty-four hours a day for two weeks might cause my cock to fall off. I pumped it between my soapy fingers anyway. For the scene I had in mind after lunch I needed my wits about me and not in my dick.
When I walked into the kitchen, Machala was setting the table. I wore jeans and nothing else. This scene would begin now. I pulled out my chair, watching as she rested bowls in front of us. I stopped her when she pulled out her chair.
"No, kneel on the floor."
Fire sparked in her eyes. I arched an eyebrow waiting to see what she would do. I wanted her angry before we went into the playroom. I used the slave dynamic in our first month of training. It was another form of humiliation that I knew would make her furious and needy as fuck.
Slowly, she lowered to her knees, continuing to fight those internal demons that kept her from fully submitting. I almost laughed; salad was not the best meal to feed by hand. My clumsy attempts to get the lettuce and assorted vegetables in her mouth only pissed her off more. I didn't add dressing to her bowl, though doctored mine to my liking. Part of me wanted her to spit the food in my face or bite my fingers just so I could punish her. Her brain, as well as body, was on the edge and I needed to get creative.
I could tell on the last few bites of food she thought about turning away. "Good girl," I said when she took the last bite. "How does the butt plug feel?"
"It hurts," she said in a clipped tone.
I nodded. "Run along and brush your teeth then meet me in the playroom."
I could tell she wanted to ask me a question, but I ignored her. I stood from the chair and left the room. The dungeon was too cold for this play, so I turned up the heat a bit. I took the items I needed from a drawer in the heavy desk that sat in the middle of the room. I walked over to the bed and adjusted the corner straps.
Machala silently walked in and went to her knees in front of the door. "Come over here," I said when I had everything in place. She stood and walked over. "Sit." I directed her to the end of the bed and placed cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I took her hand and pulled her up so she stood. Next, I had her step through the straps of a waist harness. I adjusted everything so the straps wrapped around her stomach and thighs, leaving her pussy and ass available. "Lie back on the bed." I clipped her ankles to the lower bed straps and her left hand to the upper one. I took her right hand and brought it down to her pussy, clipping the wrist cuff to a metal ring at the waist of the harness.
I'd thought of this after one of the night terrors she suffered in my bed. The scene with Wade stopped me from trying it, but I realized that was a good thing. Machala wasn't ready then. I didn't know how much progress we would make today, but it was okay. This was about trust, and I needed to know what would get her off besides pain.
"Play with yourself until you come."
Her large eyes went rounder still. "Luke, I can't."
"I'll help, but your job is to get those fingers fucking your pussy. Now do as I say."
It was fucking hot to watch her stroke her folds and enter the lush pussy my cock loved. I let her work herself for several minutes before I palmed the spiked nipple clamps. Her arm partially blocked her breast, but I pushed the plump globe slightly and clamped her nipple. The look in her eyes was desperate. She needed to come and I planned to give in to that desire several times. I clamped her other nipple and gave a gentle tug on the chain running between them. She gasped and I smiled.
"Pump those fingers, girl."
"Luke, please, I can't." She shook her head back and forth, desperation clear in her voice.
"You will. It pleases me for you to come."
"It's not enough. Please."
"No. You will fucking come in the next three minutes or I'll leave you tied here until you've come repeatedly. You can piss in the bed for all I care."
She pinched her clit, digging her nails in. I didn't stop her. What I did was grab her hair and pull up so she watched herself. "Let go, girl. We've only begun."
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