The Girl Next Door (3 page)

The first one was somewhat nice, a gentle sensation that made her almost want to purr, and she relaxed
. She loved the sound of it moving through the air, the
thwack
as it hit her ass, and how it felt being in this position, not being the one controlling it, knowing when and where it would strike and how hard. She melted into the next few strokes, the gentle flogging feeling almost like a massage, giving her a taste of what it felt like to be hit by someone else. As the next one hit, she couldn’t help it, her body reacted and she wriggled her ass, loving the sensations and wanting more.

She heard the laugh behind her and
it’s deep tones wreaked havoc with her libido. The pressure and intensity of the strokes increased, hitting harder and faster and she gasped slightly with each one.
Oh god, this is how it was meant to feel! Not messing around with awkward angles trying to do it yourself, but having someone doing it properly!
She could feel the heat spreading across her ass cheeks, and she was starting to tense and clench with each stroke, making the plug in her ass even more prominent and moaning as the pleasure of each thud started bordering on pain. It didn’t touch on the fire still burning in her nipples, but it created a delicious edge that together with the plug pushed her higher without even any of the usual stimulation she needed in her pussy.

“Oh god…”

She was starting to be able to feel each stroke now, to feel just how strong Matt was and get an idea of what he could do to her if he really tried. And he was starting to, making her moan and shudder, the fire building and burning on her ass. The heat and throb he was creating was wonderful, but each individual stroke was starting to make an impact, to the point that she started wondering how long he was going to continue for, when he was planning to stop. And with that thought came the obvious response: she didn’t know. She wasn’t in control here. Really, for the first time since these fantasies had started, she didn’t control what happened, or the pace. This wasn’t just her masturbating and creating a scene that existed mostly in her mind, this was
someone else doing these things to her
.

The thought hit her with a simultaneous jolt of fear and pleasure, both combining deliciously in her stomach and making each strike of the flogger more intense
as she grew more aware of the unmistakable element of helplessness the situation gave her. She was moaning continuously now, the strength coming in waves as the flogger hit her, and she could feel her juices starting to slide down her leg in response to what was happening. Somewhat ironically, she’d wanted to experience really wanting it to stop and having no control over it for so long. If she hadn’t been lost in desire, just feeling and reacting, it probably would have amused her, as her rather incomprehensible desires usually did.

And then he hit her pussy. It was deliberately a lot
more gentle, and she barely felt the pain over the waves of heat and need it sent through her as she ricocheted up. She was shaking slightly as she relaxed back down, only to be hit again and gasp.

“
Ohhh, Matt…”

She’d said his name so many times in fantasies, it felt dreamlike to be able to say it now, and she smiled even as those few strokes brought her closer and closer to that edge she’d been hovering around for so long.

All too soon, he stopped, setting the flogger aside and coming to stand close to her, rubbing his hands on her warm, throbbing ass. If he’d hit her pussy just a few more times…but he didn’t seem to want her to come this way. She pushed her ass out into his fingers, loving the kneading he was doing and the feeling of his strong hands as the rest of her melted into the sofa, relaxing the muscles that had been tensed in anticipation of each stroke and feeling her body go jelly-like with the endorphins it had given her.

Matt pulled her up and round to face him, holding her close with one hand wrapped around her lower back and the other in her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were hot and full of pleasure and a ghost of a smile appeared on Ashley’s face at the evidence of how much he’d enjoyed what he’d just done.

Ashley put her arms around him and leaned in close, flinching a little as her sensitive tits pressed against his chest, but resting her head against his firm chest anyway and relaxing. This was all beyond belief for her and she didn’t know what to say.

Matt’s fingers were stroking her cheek gently as he spoke.

“So, Ashley, you liked being flogged like that, did you? Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”

Ashley shuddered a little against him. Before tonight she’d never admitted any of her secret desires out loud,
and he was pushing her to. And she didn’t feel she had a choice, she couldn’t picture not giving him what he asked for right now, she was so lost and wrapped up in the submissive desires and feelings that at last had an outlet.

“Yes. I loved that, Matt. I loved feeling you flog me.
”

As hard as it was to admit her kinks out loud, she did love telling him how much she’d enjoyed what he’d just done for her
. She wanted him to know how much it meant.

“Thank you.”

Matt’s breath caught with Ashley’s admission and her sweet appreciation for him taking a whip to her ass. It might not have been particularly harsh, but still it felt like a whip to Matt. He hadn’t understood the strange mix of feelings it had brought out in him, seeing her offering a willing ass for him to do as he liked with, watching it turn red and seeing her moan and gasp in reaction. Part of him couldn’t believe she just stayed there, didn’t jump up and shout at him for the things he was doing. He was surprised that he felt almost as on edge as she looked now – he hadn’t expected to have such a reaction to something he hadn’t really considered sexual before now.

Straining against his jeans was starting to get very uncomfortable, especially as she was leaning in to him and he could feel every delicate, soft curve as well as her excited breathing and pulse.

Reaching up, he pulled her hair back and lowered his mouth to hers, biting a little harder than earlier on her lip and enjoying the way she gasped and melted into him further in response, opening up completely to him. This was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Ashley felt Matt’s response pressing against her hip and her pussy responded in kind as he kissed her deeply, tongue invading and mixing with hers to make even her mouth sensitive. His hand was hard against her ass
now, pressing her into him and making her feel the lingering throb there. She pressed harder against him, trying to rub herself up against his thigh, all thoughts of modesty or dignity completely removed from her mind in her need.

“Fuck me. Please, I want
you, I want your cock in me.”

Ashley couldn’t remember ever being so direct and blatant in her life, but that didn’t matter now. She didn’t care if he thought her vulgar or crass,
she needed this, and her pussy tingled eagerly as the thought crossed her mind that she was sure he could teach her better if he wanted.

Matt
bent and curled one arm around her knees and one around her back as he lifted her up into his eyes, to her surprised laugh.
No one’s ever actually done that with me before!
His mouth lifted an inch above hers and he growled with an answering need.

“
Where’s your bed, girl?”

“Upstairs.
On the right.”

She only had a moment to answer before he was back inside her mouth again, and she started feeling the delicious burn from his stubble as he headed off in the direction of the stairs.
If she had been able to think she probably would have been amused at the movie-romance style sweeping her off her feet to the bedroom. Only with her marked ass continually clenching and unclenching around the plug still invading it, and her nipples throbbing crazily from the clamps, it didn’t quite match the fairytale she pictured.

Ashley was impressed Matt could support her all the way up the stairs and pushing open the door, into her bedroom as well. He stopped the kiss halfway up the stairs, but he didn’t seem to struggle or be out of breath at all. He must be even fitter than she had imagined.

They entered the room she had always seen as her inner sanctum, the indulgent four poster bed and matching furniture with an elegant purple, white and black décor that had always seemed feminine but strong making her happy as it always did, but in a completely different way this time. She loved that he was here, that she could share this room with someone who was surprisingly in tune with all her thoughts and fantasies, in a way she had never even considered fantasising about before.

Matt lowered her onto the bed in a way that was half-gentle with its care but also roughly pushing her down, landing on top of her and forcing her hands above her head. Her eyes were glistening as she looked up at him
and she could feel her pulse throbbing in her throat. It was obviously evident to him as well, since he headed straight for it, licking and nibbling gently at her neck in a way that was sure to drive her crazy quickly.

Matt dipped his head to start nuzzling against her breasts and she arched up against him in pain. She had never had either the plug or the clamps on this long before and though she adored that she couldn’t just take them off, her nipples were starting to feel like fire in her chest and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle the pain.
Looking up at Matt, she realised there was only one way to deal with that.

“Matt, please…can you take the clamps off? My nipples hurt so much…
ahhh…”

Her voice came in segments, disjointed by the cruel mixture of pain and pleasure his mouth was giving her around her breasts
.

“
Ohhh please…”

Her pussy felt tight and needy with yet another fantasy being played out so perfectly
, enough that she was grinding against the air, unable to help herself from making the familiar desperate movements.

Matt looked at her with a wicked gleam she couldn’t ever recall seeing in his eyes and smiled, taking his time. He hooked a couple of fingers through the chain and pulled just a little – bringing her up off the bed with the desperation to keep the pressure off and making her moan loudly.

“What, these?”

“Yes. Oh, please, Matt, take them off. I can’t stand it.”

“Ohh, you can’t, can you?  But…what if I feel like leaving them on? What would you do then?”

“
Ohhhh”

Ashley moaned and twisted, trying to get away from the pain and let out a few dry sobs, partly at how helpless and open she felt to whatever Matt wanted to do to her, and partly from the pain shooting through her body.

“Nothing…I can’t do anything…ohh, please, Matt…”

Even through the jeans, Ashley felt Matt’s cock react to her helpless desperation
. She was moaning continuously now, the ball of sensations within her too much to do anything other than just experience and physically react to.

Matt grinned at her, leaned down and gave her a quick kiss that ended with a nip on her lip and then took both clamps off simultaneously.

As he freed Ashley’s arms to do so, they went around him and she buried her head in his neck to muffle the scream as the blood flowed back into her tormented nipples. He held her there a moment, then lowered her back to the bed, panting and gasping as she tried to recover. He wasn’t quite done, though, and one hand dangled the clamps in front of her breasts as he tilted his head.

“What, aren’t you going to thank me, Ashley? I think that was quite generous of me, don’t you?”

Ashley’s eyes flew open and the desire mingled with a definite hint of fear made his libido go crazy.

“Yes, thank you. Thank you, Matt…
ohhh they hurt so much…”

Discarding the clamps, Matt pinned her arms again and growled into her mouth with desire. He had never imagined that this could be so satisfying, having a woman so desperately eager to do whatever he hinted at, being in such complete control.

He reached down as he kissed and nibbled at her mouth and neck, his hands starting to caress first her inner thighs and then moving around her labia, loving how quickly she started bucking against his hand, moaning and eager for more.
The pain in her nipples doesn’t seem to be bothering her that much.
He thought with a little amusement, then decided to act on that and moved his mouth down to her breasts.

They were so soft and beautiful under him, especially with the enlarged tits throbbing almost purple with the blood circulating back in them. He kissed and licked the underside, then up to her nipples before flicking them roughly from side to side and sucking hard. That just made her buck even harder against him, forcing him to put some effort in to keep her hands in place where he wanted him. The sensation of forcing her down just made it better, and he ravaged her breasts
eagerly, using mouth, tongue and teeth as he pleased and loving her eager, desperate moans from underneath him.

As he felt her breath get quicker
and her gasps become sharper he drew back – and was slightly amused that she managed to refrain from hurling curses at him for leaving her wanting for the umpteenth time this evening. Still, they’d agreed that it would be at his pace, how he wanted it, hadn’t they? At least, he thought they’d agreed. Maybe he’d just decided.