Chapter 6
Another 36 hours shift, and then it's Friday, and I can finally sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. And sleep is even better, because I know that once I'm awake again, Bella will be home soon, and we finally have time to do the first of our planned scenes.
I know she's excited, and I definitely got the evil eye from her when I told her that she has to wait another two days until we can get there because of my insane working hours. I love her even more when she's all grumpy because something is messing with her plans. It's weirdly cute, and knowing how horny and wet she must be is like a constant reminder to me of why life is good.
After only five hours of being out cold, I'm awake again and weirdly wound up. Normally I would now set up the playroom as I have nothing else to do, but I guess as we already did the talking, Bella will appreciate it if I show her what exactly needs to be done before we can start. I spend my time watching TV, until Alice calls at three to confirm that we'll meet her and Jazz at nine downtown at the new club she's been pestering us all about.
We chat for a while, and it's nice to talk to Alice again. She won't be here for Bella's birthday as the NY fashion week starts exactly the same day, so she decided we should go out and celebrate before that. That day is, incidentally, today. I would rather have spent the evening cuddling on the couch, as I'm hoping to wear Bella out before then, but when Alice declares something, it's not like any of us can say no. Or of late none of us really dare, not even Bella.
Beth is right, I'm shutting down every time that topic is mentioned and I need to do something about that, but compared to Alice I'm working through my issues. Most of the time she doesn't even seem to recognize the shit that went down. For her, it's as if nothing ever happened. Can't be healthy, but I'm not the one to tell her that nothing good will come of it.
She's happy, why should I be the one to rain on her parade? That, and she keeps Jasper out of my face, no need to change that, either.
Alice has to end the call after fifteen minutes because she gets caught up in the last minute preparations, and I'm not too devastated as a short while later Bella is home. From across the room I can tell that she's giddy, and her emphatic hug and passionate kiss underline that even more. I'm laughing when she's all over me, but I finally extricate myself from her as I know that we'll both be happier if we postpone the groping to after we're upstairs.
“So, ready to do the next stage of the planning, before we can finally get to the fun part?”
Bella nods, but then she's suddenly scarlet in the face. I grin at her blush and gently trail my thumb over her hot cheek.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong,” she tries to evade me, but it only take a stern look and she falters. “Not wrong, exactly. I just don't want your tongue in my butt today!”
Her voice is all high pitched and frantic, and I just can't stop myself, I have to laugh at her shriek. For a moment Bella's just staring at me, before the look of panic morphs into something close to a sneer.
“Why are you laughing like that? It's so not funny! I also don't understand why your one goal in life seems to be to constantly embarrass me!”
“Okay, okay, calm down, I'm not laughing at you,” I try to pacify her, but of course she doesn't buy it.
“Sure you are!”
I sigh and try to show some unique chagrin so she'll calm down again.
“Okay, yes, I admit it, I just laughed at you, but just because you're so f*cking adorable when you blush like that. It doesn't happen too often anymore, you know?” I lean closer and look deep into her eyes, while I cup her still flaming cheeks with my hands. “I adore your blush. And I love you.
Forgive me?”
She's already grinning when I add the last two sentences and I can literally see her fury melt. I'm still awed at how strong her feelings for me are that she's so quick to overlook it when I'm deliberately acting like an idiot.
“Just this once.”
I kiss her hungrily instead of answering, and she leans into me for a moment, but then she's dancing away from me, up the stairs.
“I'll take a quick shower, see you in the playroom!” I follow her slowly and change into my leather pants while she's in the shower. Normally I would join her, but I'm not sure I can keep my hands to myself for long. Ten minutes later she joins me in the playroom, dressed only in a fluffy bathrobe, her hair tied into a high ponytail.
“Okay, so how do we start?”
I grin at her eagerness and kiss her nose gently, before I start my usual pre-scene routine – which is dishearteningly boring, as Bella will soon find out. I show her the whole emergency kit – scissors for cutting ropes that need to come off, a knife for everything the scissors won't cut, the first aid kit, trauma blanket, fire extinguisher, the cooling pads I just got from the freezer. Her enthusiasm doesn't curb, but I can tell that she's never considered in detail what can go wrong.
After we're done with that, I fetch the things I intend to use today and meticulously check everything twice. There are no knots or weak parts in the hemp ropes, the lube bottle is half full, the latex of the butt plug is smooth and has no tears, and the padded bench is clean after the last time we've used it. I then show Bella the stocks and how they are fixed to the bench – and I can see her anxiety peek through the excitement for the first time.
“Any second thoughts?”
She shakes her head immediately, but she's also gnawing on her bottom lip.
“No, of course not, I trust you.”
“I didn't question your trust in me, but if you're too apprehensive, now's the time to speak up.”
Bella nods but remains silent. To myself I can admit that I'm relieved that she's still a little hesitant. I believe that she really trusts me, and I hope I've earned that by now, but it's good that she also thinks for herself what she does or doesn’t want to get into.
“Great. Anything else you wanna know or add to our planning? Because if not, I'm done with all the preparations.”
A few moments pass before she shakes her head, and ditching her fluffy robe by the door, she kneels down on her cushion, assuming her waiting position. I remain standing by the bench for a while, and just take her in, feeling my own excitement slowly catch up with me.
Two days since our little romp on the table, and by now the marks I left have pretty much faded for good. Only a few mottled spots remain on her waist where I'd been gripping her pretty hard are still visible as such. I love being rough with her, and it's good that she doesn't bruise too easily.
All of a sudden I'm obsessed with the idea of leaving some mark or other on her that I can think of later tonight, when we're out meeting with the others. Nothing as severe as spanking her until she can't sit down, but I want her to carry something of me around that reminds us both of what we've been up to.
I wander over to her and lean down so that my lips are right next to her ear, watching with a smile how goose bumps break out all over her skin. My voice is low when I speak, and I try to sound as seductive as possible.
“Just how far are you willing to go today?”
Her breath hitches for a moment, before she relaxes again.
“As far as you want to take me, Master.”
“I want you to pick one of the impact toys that you like, and then tell me how many times you think you can stand being hit with it.” I can't really spank her as long as she's in the stocks as I need her to keep relatively still, so I want to use something that doesn't make her react too much. A crop would be ideal, but I want her to choose, as that always leaves a more lasting mental impression.
Bella hesitates, and I wonder what she's considering. Almost anything she picks can be used to either tease or really torment her. When she finally answers, her voice is husky but strong.
“The soft leather flogger, with the blue and black handle, please? And I'm sure I can take thirty hard hits, Sir.”
I don't even try to hide a grin as I place a gentle kiss onto her neck before I get up. A really good choice, and one that fits perfectly into my plan. We got the flogger together, and Bella has grown rather fond of it. I know how much she loves to feel the light sting on her ass, or just the sensation of the soft strands running over her body. I wonder how much she will hate me when I turn one of her favorite toys against her, but she'll likely forgive me at some point between the second and third time I make her come.
I take the flogger from its place on the wall and lay it down next to my other things, before I turn back to Bella. She hasn't moved, but when I snap my fingers and point at the bench she's quick to get up and onto the padded table. From up close it's evident that she's shaking slightly, and I run my hands over her naked back a few times to soothe her. A calm look appears on her face as she savors my touch and relaxes for a moment.
Of course I have to take the opening for what it is, and Bella gasps loudly when my hand comes down hard on her ass.
“Time to lock you up. Place your wrists and neck in the stocks.” She hesitates, and this time I don't let that go unpunished. I slap her ass again with more force, and Bella lurches forward, grasping onto the wooden frame with her hands. Four more spanks before I stop to admire the deep red patches that are now on her otherwise light skin, then I stalk over to her head.
Bella immediately averts her gaze when she sees me glare at her, and before I can admonish her, she leans forward and assumes the ordered position. She's trembling slightly, but as her breathing calms down so does the shaking.
“Don't make me punish you again,” I tell her in a stern voice, and I see the muscles in her throat move as she swallows. It hasn't happened often, but there have been a few incidents when she called down a little more on herself than she bargained for. I don't really mind disciplining her, and I kind of like her playful, somewhat bratty character, but there's a time and place for that, and today is definitely neither. I know some Doms would cane that behavior right out of her, but that's not my style. Though even I have my limits of what I will tolerate, and today she's pushing back in the wrong places. We're doing something new, so I need to be careful with her, and can't risk that things take on a dynamic of their own.
Bella tenses up all over as I shut the stocks and secure the top part of the frame with a small latch. I could lock it, but I deliberately don't. The way the stocks are constructed the latch will disengage if she moves enough, to ensure that, contrary to what I told her, she can easily get out of them if she has to. As with so many other things, locking her up like this is a mind thing, and the fact that she trusts me enough to let me do this to her is more of a turn on than actually securing her for real would be.
While she's still calming down I fetch the rope, and after prying her knees apart I tie her legs to the bench. That forces her into a halfway uncomfortable position, which, of course, is intentional. She's kneeling on the low, padded table now with her knees farther apart than her hips, and the height of the stocks is forcing her to push her ass high in the air, completely open and vulnerable. There's a definite strain on her spine as she has to keep her back straight to avoid putting too much pressure onto her wrists and neck inside the padded wooden frame, but the whole setup isn't designed for her comfort. Not even for mine, I dryly admit to myself, as I will have to bend my knees so I can f*ck her mouth, and I might have to actually get onto the bench if I want to stick my dick into another part of her, but that's equally not the point. If we wanted comfort, we'd be lying side by side in our bed, after all.
I check the rise and fall of her chest again, and decide that I've given her enough time to calm down and get accustomed to the awkward position I'm forcing her to assume. Her eyes are closed and she seems to be murmuring something under her breath, probably telling herself to stay composed.
I slowly make my way around her once to check again that she can't jerk in the restraints and injure herself, before I stop and crouch down next to her face so that we're on eye level. She hesitantly glances at me, but keeps her eyes down even when I address her.
“I've changed my mind about what I want to do with you now that I have you all helpless before me.” F*ck with her mind before you do the same with her body. “I'm only going to f*ck two of your holes, your mouth being one. I'll be considerate and even let you chose the other. So what's it gonna be?”
Bella swallows again, but doesn't hesitate with her answer.
“Please f*ck my ass, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I gently stroke her cheek, but when I see her smile I grab her hair and yank her head to the side so that she's staring right at me.
“You're going to be my good, obedient slut today, right? Or will I have to make you obey me again?”
She hurries to nod her head, as much as her position and I will let her.
“I'll be your good, obedient slut, Sir!”
I let go of her with a smirk before I straighten and walk over to the side table to get the lube and butt plug. When I return to her, Bella is wriggling her behind at me in anticipation, and I slap her playfully before I run my fingers up and down the crack of her ass. Her p-ssy is already dripping wet, but I ignore it deliberately. The only thing that's going there today is the flogger if I have my say.
A soft sigh escapes her when I squirt the cool lube right into her anus, then scoop up some of the excess and gentle push my finger into her. For a moment I feel her clamp down and tense up so I stop until she relaxes again, wriggling my finger around before I push in further. I add a second finger and f*ck her gently for a minute, just long enough to have her fully enjoy it, but not get too aroused.
Bella gasps when I stop toying with her, and push the lubed up plug straight into her ass. I'm sure I haven't really hurt her, but she's clearly not entirely comfortable, the way her thighs flex. I quickly wipe my fingers clean and pick up the flogger, intent on not giving her any chance to relax any further.
I trail the soft nappa leather strands from her ass up her back, making her shudder slightly, before I step away and aim a quick swing at her left thigh.
A visible shudder runs through her delectable body, and I can tell that Bella is fighting to keep still. I know how restricted and helpless she must be feeling now – for some reason, being restrained by something rigid and ungiving like the stocks has a stronger impact on the mind than ropes, although I've had her in tighter bondage before.
I keep my attention on her thighs, aiming to redden them slowly with sure strokes that shouldn't hurt her at all. She keeps tensing up after every other hit, but she doesn't shy away. I soon move my target to her luscious ass cheeks, hitting them with a little more force but still keeping to a slow, steady rhythm. She rewards me with a few low moans, and when I stop, I see that her labia are all puffy and wet – my girl is clearly enjoying herself there.
Not that I mind, but I guess it's time to step up the pace.
Bella shudders when the next time I hit her, the flogger connects with her upper back just left of her spine. I keep the strokes light, judging her reaction before I speed up, and finish the sequence with a few harder ones on her ass.
The sound of her labored breathing is music to my ears, and I let my fingers trail over her new heated skin, touching and soothing her. Bella relaxes gradually, but I have to spank her hard again when she pushes her ass into my hand, clearly wanting some friction in the right places.
“My, my, someone's needy today,” I remark dryly, and step away from her after a last slap.
It's hard to keep myself from going on, but I leave Bella as she is for a few endless minutes. At first she seems to appreciate the chance to calm down again, but then she starts to fidget, and that's not a very comfortable thing to do when you can hardly move. I console myself with staring at her ass and spread legs – all for me, mine to do with as I please. I just love seeing her like that, all her smooth skin bared, her thighs and ass already showing a few light lines where the flogger strands hit harder. My cock is responding to the wonderful display before me, and I have to concentrate hard to will the worst of my boner away.
Bella is clearly getting antsy, and I watch her fingers flex a few times. I know it's cruel to leave her like that, but I want her on edge, both dreading and yearning my touch.
Normally I would masturbate her now, get her off before I go on, but I seldom get a chance to draw her torment out like that.
Another minute passes, and Bella starts trying to stretch her back and find a more comfortable position, but between the stocks and the ropes, she's unable to find any relief for her stressed muscles. I decide that it's time to distract her a little more, and raise the flogger as I step up to her again. She immediately stops fidgeting, only her thighs flexing as she tries to steel herself.
This time I start at her ass with faster, more forceful strokes, before I turn my attention higher up. I know that she likes to have her butt flogged, but I seldom get a chance to have a go at her back as I have the annoying habit of tying her arms together there. It's not as much fun as having a go at her ass or legs as I have to pay close attention not to hit her spine or shoulder blades square on, but the way she keeps shivering and stretching is most appealing.
Soon she keeps pushing her shoulders together, a sure sign that she would evade me if she could, and I direct the strokes to her legs instead. For a few seconds she seems relieved, even lets her head hang a little, making me smile. Because she's doing that she doesn't see my grin turn into a smirk as I redirect my aim again.
A loud hiss leaves her when the flogger strands hit her wet, swollen p-ssy, then again and again. I love whipping her sex, as she usually responds with the most adorable ass wiggling, and today isn't any different. Only now she's more wound up, and by now hopefully frustrated, and her moaning has a definite edge to it. Of course that doesn't deter me, and I keep on until her gasps are laced with pain.
When I put the flogger down for now her p-ssy has taken on a nice red tinge, and when I lean closer and blow over her tormented flesh, Bella moans wantonly. I know she expects me to touch her there now, but instead I straighten and walk over to her head.
She's huffing a little when I tilt her face up with a hand on her chin, and I'm tempted to go right back to whipping her cunt. But when her eyes focus on me she's all meek, and I take pity on her. Somewhat.
Bella licks her lips when I push my pants down and get my cock out. Of course I'm hard as always when she's all helpless before me and I've just flogged her until she's close to protesting.
“Do you want to suck my cock, slut?”
She eagerly nods and I smirk down at her.
“Then come and get it.”