Faith (14 page)

Ewan squeezes my shoulder. “Good girl. Now I want you to lean forward, please. Turn your head and lay your cheek on the mattress, and lift your bottom up as high as you can for me. Just shuffle around until you find a comfortable position.”

Comfortable? With my arse in the air, my pussy on display, no doubt shamelessly plump and wet and glowing pink? He hasn’t laid a hand on me yet, not really, and already my cunt is spasming, my arousal starting to spiral out of my control. If I ever did have any hold on my responses. I’m starting to seriously doubt that. The moment Ewan sees the engorged state of my greedy clit, he’ll be left with no illusions about what a slut I am.

Bring it on.

“Could you spread your legs, please? I need your bum raised, and your legs wide open.”

With a silent moan of pure, unfurling lust I do as I’m instructed. The sensation of cool air against my hot, slick folds heightens my sense of delicious exposure. Ewan does not move. He watches, examines, leisurely studies my upturned bottom and disgracefully moist pussy, now displayed for his perusal. He take his time as I shift and squirm on the bed, caught between churning desire and abject humiliation. Which was exactly his intention, I have no doubt.

Ewan knows his craft, and he is coming to know me too well.

“Would you like an orgasm first? From this angle you do look rather… eager.”

I groan again, but I know there is no point at all in false modesty. “Yes, please, sir. That would be most welcome.”

“Slut. Perhaps I should make you wait. Make you earn it.”

“I, yes, if you think…” Disappointment carries a bitter taste, but I know better than to beg. He will do whatever he decides to do to me, regardless of my wishes. I chew on my lower lip, waiting, with as much patience as I can muster, for Ewan’s next move.

My dom is in no hurry. He walks to the side of the bed, then sits beside me, facing towards my bum. His left arm loops around my waist as he leans in to admire my wide open cleft. At least, I hope he is admiring.

“So pretty.”
Ah, thank heaven for that.
“And your bottom is beautifully striped from your spanking earlier. Not quite symmetrical—I stopped after fifteen strokes—but lovely even so. And still just a little hint of redness all over. You do respond well to a spanking, love.”

“Thank you. I think. Sir.”

“You’re welcome.”

His murmured response is almost lost on me as he uses the fingers of his right hand to part my soaking labia. I groan in undiluted pleasure, my hips gyrating as I seek the friction I crave. A light tap on my delicate backside puts an abrupt stop to that. I try to remember my manners and remain still, though my powers of restraint are sorely tested as he sinks two fingers deep into my drooling pussy. I fail to suppress my sigh of pleasure, but he seems inclined to disregard that.

He finger-fucks me, slow at first, swirling the two digits against my inner walls. I clench hard, tightening my muscles in some vain attempt to keep him where I want him. He pulls his fingers from me, only to slide them the length of my clit. He presses hard, his touch demanding a response. My climax surges from deep within, and my body feels to be melting.

“Hold it. Not yet.” The cool, heartless words are like a splash of cold water. I whimper, at a loss for something, anything I might do to stave off the inevitable. Ewan continues to caress my clit, circling with his fingertip before rubbing from side to side. As my orgasm rears again, he pinches the plump, pulsing nub between his thumb and forefinger. I’m torn between bitter resentment and abject gratitude as my release again subsides to more manageable proportions.

“You can come just as the plug goes in. That way you’ll be relaxed and won’t be fighting or trying to resist it. So I want you right on the edge, ready to let yourself go as soon as I give you permission. Understood?”

“I think so, sir. But, what if I can’t help it? If you touch me again I think I’ll lose it.”

“You won’t. Unless you fancy another spanking this evening, of course.”

“I don’t, sir.”

“Thought not. You’re beautifully wet down here. Seems a pity to waste it. I’ve put plenty of lube on the plug itself, but I think we’ll make use of your own juices for your arse. Of course, that means a lot more finger-fucking, but I’m sure you’ll manage not to disgrace yourself. Won’t you?”

I don’t reply. My mind goes a blank as the prospect of his fingers probing, exploring, collecting my moisture to ease his entry into my arse. Oh. My. God.

“Faith, answer me. You won’t disgrace yourself by stealing an orgasm without permission, will you?” He accompanies his question with another sharp slap to my sensitive buttock.

“No, sir.” I mutter the words into the duvet, resisting the urge to squeeze down hard as though that might protect me somehow.

Ewan chuckles, then goes to work. He plunges three fingers inside me this time, scissoring them against my pussy walls to stimulate the flow of moisture. It is an effective approach; I’m conscious of my cunt trickling liquid onto my inner thighs to trail down my leg. He shifts his angle slightly to focus on my G-spot, the caress sheer agony as I mount a desperate inner struggle to resist.

“Not easy, is it, little subbie. But you’re doing so well and it will be worth it. I promise.”

I could almost cry with relief as he slides his fingers from my pussy. He uses his left hand to part my buttocks, exposing my anus to his gaze.

“Mmm, this looks tight. Fucking gorgeous.”

I wince as he circles the small hole with the tip of his slick finger, though there is nothing painful or even uncomfortable in his caress. My mind is in turmoil, still grappling with the forbidden wickedness of this, while my body is already slackening, opening, welcoming. He presses, applies only the merest hint of force, and my arse opens to admit his finger. He slides it in, just an inch or so, perhaps to the first knuckle. He stops, twisting his finger inside me to widen the entrance.

I let out a groan, humiliated and hopelessly aroused in equal measure.

“How are you doing, Faith?” Ewan’s finger stills as he waits for my affirmation that all is well.

“I’m fine, sir.”

“Okay to continue?”

“Yes, sir.”

He presses a little harder, and the rest of his finger sinks inside me. I would collapse onto the bed, but his left arm is again looped around my waist and he is supporting my weight, holding me in place. He pulls his finger out again, then drives it deep. He has his entry; my anus offers no resistance as he finger-fucks my arse. His long, determined strokes work the sphincter as the last of my emotional resistance ebbs away.

Perhaps Ewan senses when I am ready. Perhaps there is some signal, some evidence of total surrender which his experienced dom’s eyes can detect. His left arm now stretches right around me, his hand reaching between my widespread thighs until his fingers are strumming my clit. Light at first, just scraping his fingernail along the swollen tip, the touch gossamer, almost not there. He increases the pressure and I know I can’t hold out for long.

“Sir… Please, please.”

“Okay, love, I know. I want you right on the edge, almost there. Almost…”

“Oh, God!” I’m whimpering now, near incoherent with lust as he draws his finger slowly along the tip of my quivering clit. My pussy is convulsing, juices running down my thighs. Ewan sees, withdraws his digit to scoop up the moisture from my legs before plunging two fingers into my arse. I scream, but not in pain. Merciful at last, he lifts his fingertip from my clit as I shake and shiver in response, my orgasm bubbling, growing, gathering force, just moments away.

He thrusts one last time, deep and hard, then pulls out his fingers. The cool hardness of the butt plug feels strange against my rear opening as he slips the head of it inside me. His left hand shifts again, his fingers connecting with my clit and rubbing hard. I shatter.

I am engulfed by wave after wave of intense sensation, my body convulsing in wild spasms as my release erupts, unstoppable at last. I am aware, just, of the hard, unrelenting intrusion as Ewan slides the butt plug home, my arse offering no resistance as every muscle dilates. It’s there, in place, inside me, but still my orgasm continues. Ewan massages my clit, expert in his ministrations as he draws every last shiver and ragged sigh from me. Long after he has achieved his goal he carries on, until I am totally spent.

“Nice work, little sub. Now that didn’t hurt a bit, did it?”

I groan, the best reply I can manage right now. Ewan chuckles as he stands up. His support withdrawn, I crumple onto the bed to collapse in a heap on my side.

I watch in silence as Ewan undresses beside me, not entirely sure what might be coming next. A naked Ewan is a good sign though, and always a joy to behold. I admire his taut bum as he moves over to the small hand basin in one corner of the room and washes his hands before he strolls back to the bed and stretches out alongside me.

“Roll onto your back.”

I do as I am told, what else? My hands are still tied behind me so I have to manoeuvre with care, but I manage. He props himself up on one elbow, leans over to kiss me.

“God, you’re lovely.”

“You too, sir.”

He smiles, the dimples flashing. So sexy, so bloody gorgeous. I close my eyes, too emotionally wrung out to find any further conversation.

I gasp as he flicks my left nipple with his tongue before fastening his lips around it. He sucks, the tug soft, achingly gentle in contrast to the sensations of a few moments ago. He leans across to apply the same treatment to my right breast, bringing both peaks to pebbling hardness.

He works his way down my body, nibbling past my stomach and belly button, and over my smooth mound. Unbidden, I spread my legs as wide as I’m able, open to whatever he chooses to do next. He nuzzles my clit, feathering light kisses across the tip before tracing the outline of my inner lips with his tongue. I am instantly aroused, poised to orgasm again.

“Sir, if you do that, I…”

“You can come as much as you like now. Relax, enjoy yourself.”

Oh. Thank God and all the saints.
I let out the breath I only now realise I’ve been holding, and give myself over to the pure sensual joy of being so expertly mastered.

His bite blunted by his lips, Ewan takes my clit between his teeth and holds it still for the onslaught of his tongue. He is relentless, bringing me back to a shuddering release within seconds. As that orgasm dies away he slides three fingers inside my pussy again, angling his wrist so that his fingers hit my G-spot with each inward stroke. I lift my hips, and he uses his free hand to take hold of the finger grip protruding from my arse and stirs the plug inside me like a spoon. At last the peculiar shape of the device makes sense as the inner plug sweeps slowly around the walls of my arse sending a volley of amazing, thrilling vibes straight to my clit. My nervous system is alight, crackling. I tremble as Ewan awakens unknown, up to now unimagined sensations. My response is bone-deep as I sink into the throes of yet another orgasm.

This time, as the waves of pleasure ebb away, he rolls on top of me, positioning himself between my thighs.

“I’m going to fuck you now, hard.”

Yes!
“Please do that, sir.”

I open my eyes to see him grinning down at me, his dimples again in evidence. Claimed by a sudden rush of affection, if I were free I would reach up to stroke his cheek. I settle for a feeble but heartfelt smile.

“I love you, sir.”

“I love you too, my beautiful little slut.”

No further words are required as he drives his cock deep. My pussy convulses, my inner muscles tighten to grip him. The sensation of being penetrated in both holes is intense. I’m full, almost impossibly so. Ewan allows me a few moments to adjust before he withdraws his cock almost to the smooth, plump head and spears it back inside me again, right to the hilt. He starts up an insistent rhythm, each stroke long and sure, the inner friction hot as my pleasure builds again.

How many orgasms will this make? Four? Five? Ewan insisted that I wait, and that was difficult, but he’s delivered on his promise of making it worth my while.

I can feel him everywhere, every part of me is affected as he fucks me back into oblivion. My breasts tingle, my arse is spasming around the hard plug. My pussy convulses as I arch my back to find an even better angle. This time Ewan allows me to affect events, though without relinquishing one iota of control.

As my delight crests again I lift my legs and clamp them around his waist, clinging on as his hips thrust into me. My climax grips me just moments later to send me spinning into orbit, the flood of warmth inside me evidence if it were needed that Ewan has found his own release.

Later, we lie side by side. My heart rate is just about back to normal. The butt plug and black silk rope lie discarded on the floor.

“That was intense.” Ewan reaches for me and I turn to snuggle against him.

“Yes, sir. You did say it would be though.”

“Even so. Not too much for you? First real scene, and all that.”

I hesitate. The orgasm denial part at the beginning was harsh. I was scared then, convinced I would screw up and not manage to exert the control he was demanding. As I cast my mind back over the event though, I realise that he was in control the entire time. He kept me on the point of orgasm whilst he prepared my arse, and pushed me over the precipice when he was good and ready. He promised me he would take care of me, and he did. I’m ready to believe him when he says he always will.

I look up at him. “No, sir. It was perfect.”

“Do you like liver?”

I glance over my shoulder as Ewan enters the kitchen. He’s been in Manchester all day, and I know he won’t have had any opportunity to think about cooking, let alone shopping. Our normal arrangement is that he deals with our evening meal, and I usually wash up afterwards. Eventually—we do tend to find ourselves distracted. I’ve discovered that dirty dishes take no harm though for being left until the following morning, whereas Ewan in dom mode is far more compelling.