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Flipped

By: AdAnne



Is it wrong for a woman to look at a man like he's prey? The thought made its way around my mind in an instant. Just looking at him made my toes curl in anticipation. My body reacted violently to the thought of his against mine. A shudder made its way down my spine. The feeling was delicious. I clenched my jaw and I let out a slow moan. Everyone around me must think I'm crazy by now. I wanted him on top of me. 

Of course being on work just amplified the fantasies. I knew I couldn't be considered 'sexy' in these uniforms. Nothing about them was sexy. The shirt hung down my body like a potato sack. It was so loose that it didn't even cling to my ass, which was saying something. I liked my body curvy. Big boobs, small waist, and as my friends said it a 'Kim Kardashian' ass. My pants were obscured by the apron. Even though they fit, they couldn't be an asset here. The only control I had over my looks was my face. I applied my makeup carefully every day. That was almost unnecessary because kitchens were hot and my makeup wasn't an all-day thing. 

I watched as he walked by me. He flashed bright white teeth at me in an innocent smile. I couldn't get a read on him. He walked ahead of me and pushed the button to call the elevator to us. Oh the endless possibilities. Something deep inside me said that I shouldn't be so turned on in a place full of sick, healing people. But the thought of restraining him to a bed and taking full advantage overrode that. The elevator opened in front of us and he let me go ahead of him. Chills erupted across my body when his arm came into contact with my shoulder. See, he was tall. And when I say tall, I'm not exaggerating. He was probably 6'5 at minimum. His body would swallow mine. When he spoke his sharp New York accent washed over me. 

"Morning, Brooklyn," He winked at me. I flashed a brilliant smile back at him and knocked my arm up against his side. He pushed me back.

"Morning, Nate!" I said. He smelled like a slice of heaven. I was guessing Axe. I never wanted him to leave my side. "How was your weekend?"

"Oh, you know, just lazy." He straightened his tie. "How was yours?"

"Pretty much the same. Finished moving into my apartment, trying to enjoy it now," I leaned up against the bar on the back of the elevator. The cool metal helped clear my head of some of the thoughts in my mind. Enjoying myself on my new bed, thinking of how much better it would be with you in it... naked. 

I wanted to take the tie and yank him towards me. His strong jawline and deep brown eyes... I wanted his mouth parted and lust to fill his eyes. I wanted those large hands on my waist showing me exactly who was boss. I wiggled closer to him. The seconds we had spent together felt like eternity. The elevator was creeping closer and closer to the sixth floor, where I was getting off. This time was insanely brief. He closed the gap and kept his arm securely against me. A shiver rolled through my body. He smiled down at me. He knew, he had to. And he was just playing into it. 

"I'll see you back downstairs, Nate," I winked at him as I exited the elevator. One of these days, I was going to grow a pair. 

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It always amazes me when I see these TV shows with doctors having sex all over the place. Hospitals are really too populated to do that. The extra rooms all had passcodes on them, and the elevators were too busy for impromptu makeout sessions. But as Nate's face hovered mere inches from mine; I let all that knowledge go to the backburner. I licked my lips in anticipation. He reached one of his hands back and held the elevator doors shut, and with the other one he grabbed my jaw and pressed my lips to his. Inside, I melted, outside I was an eager participant. I grabbed his tie and crushed my body with his. His tongue searched the inside of my mouth powerfully and I gave in to his authority. 

I wrapped my other arm around his waist and kept him firmly in place- not that it was an issue. His hand fell from the button and he slammed me against the metal bar. I yelped a bit, but he silenced it by biting my bottom lip. I tasted a hint of blood and moaned. He was a lot rougher than he looked. I welcomed it. I wanted more. He moaned against my lips and brought me closer to him. I didn't think that was possible. I felt his growing erection against my leg. That was all it took for me to turn to jelly in his arms. The height difference was a little awkward but we made it work. He picked me up and sat me half on the bar. He was supporting the rest of my weight with his lower body, and slowly wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips lifted off of mine and I groaned in frustration.

"Fuck!" I growled. I was so wet I was sure he could feel it even through my pants. He didn't go for that though. I grabbed his tie again, yanking him towards me. A smile erupted across his face as he shook his head.

"You'll have to wait till later for the rest, ma'am." He said. Lust coated his words. I reached down to grab his erection but he stopped me. I leaned forward and pressed my cheek to his.

"You'll regret that as soon as you see the pleasure I can bring you, Nathaniel." I whispered into his ear. I let my lips hover there for a moment. He captured my neck in one of those strong, strong hands. I gasped in shock, but welcomed the touch. He squeezed forcefully, but not enough to cut off my breathing. He pushed my head back into the elevator wall. I was so turned on I wasn't sure I could continue my work day. 

"Oh Miss Brooklyn, you have no idea what I'm capable of." The lust in his voice was tangible. He reached down with his free hand and stroked my pussy through the fabric of my pants as he tightened his grip on my throat. "I knew you were a kinky one when I met you. Tonight I'm going to make you a part of my world." 

My eyes rolled into the back of my head with the promise. He let my throat go and dropped it to my hip. He squeezed hard enough to bruise and I panted with need. With a swift motion, he lifted me off the bar and brought my body against his. I was only standing because he was there. I wasn't sure that my knees would hold my weight once he let go. He enveloped my mouth with a deliciously rough kiss once again and then pushed me away from him. I steadied myself against the bar. He gave me a sly smile as he restarted the elevator. 

"I hope that's a threat," the words fell out of my mouth effortlessly. 

"I just hope your hip feels better after work." He smiled at me again as he exited the elevator. 

Boy, I hadn't expected that. It took me a minute to regain my senses. The feeling in my body was starting to come back. I was still only vaguely aware of the pain in my hip from his hands. My mind was drunk with the promise of tonight. I wondered if he could deliver as well as he talked. I couldn't gather myself together enough to get off on my floor. So I just sat there and tried to. Nothing could have prepared me for that. My blood was still boiling. Sweat was dripping down my neck, and I hoped he hadn't left a mark. But a small part of me wished he did. He could mark me. He could make me his.

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It all happened in a blur. I waited for him outside the hospital. I was sure he was going to blow me off until someone came behind me and covered my eyes with a blindfold. My normal reaction would have been to run, and I almost did until Nate's arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. I didn't put up a fight. He picked me up and brought his head down to mine. His breath down my neck sent chills down my spine. He didn't say a word as he carried me to his car. I struggled a little in his arms as he put me down. I fought to stay close to him. He pressed his lips roughly against mine as he sat me down and buckled me up. He paused for a moment and fumbled with something in the dash compartment. I moaned when the rope went around my wrists. Nate tied it tight enough that I couldn't wiggle around. He knew what he was doing. 

When Nate was done, he slammed the door behind him. He started the car up when he got himself situated in the driver's seat and slammed the car into reverse. Oh, how hot this made me. I was going to have to throw away this pair of underwear when I got home. My body belonged to him tonight. It wanted to belong to him. Every inch of it was his. 

"Let's see what's mine here," He reached over and undid the top button of my jeans. I wiggled forward, trying to give him full access. But he just shoved his hand inside my skintight pants. I yelped when the seam of the pants bit into my skin. His fingers roughly moved around my pussy. I moaned when he slid a finger inside me, then two. I fought against the rope on my arms. I wanted to reach over and see just how hard he was. "You're already so, so wet for me." 

I pushed forward against his hand trying to move his finger deeper inside me. He gripped the inside of me roughly. I called out in pain, but the sensation made me even wetter for him. I heard Nate's laugh. It started low in his belly and rumbled out rich and sexy. His thumb pressed hard against my clit. I wasn't sure if I could survive him. 

"Jesus, Brookie. I'm going to have more fun with you than I thought." He pulled his finger out of me, then his hand out of my pants. My body yearned for his touch. "We're almost home."

I kept quiet. I didn't want my lust for him to fade. The illusion of a fight made this so much sexier for me. I wanted him to take me while I was kicking and screaming for him to stop. I wanted him to quiet my cries with those delicious lips of his. I wanted him to bruise my body and draw my blood. I wanted to feel the length of him in my mouth, in my pussy. I'd gag on him until tears ran down my face. Lust tore through me. Almost wasn't soon enough. It felt like an eternity before the car pulled to a stop. Nate quickly exited and came over to my side. He wrenched the car door open and collected me in his arms. 

I couldn't see what was going on around me. All I know is that he walked up a flight of stairs before opening a door and throwing me to the ground. I couldn't sit up faster than he grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked me to my knees. The pain in my scalp was sharp enough that I yelped. He snickered and I heard him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants. They fell off his waist and hit the floor. His erection pressed up against my cheek. He didn't give me the pleasure of taking it in my mouth.

"Is this what you want?" He rubbed against my face. "Talk to me, Brookie. What do you want?"

I tried to gather my thoughts. They had run so rampant during the day. Now they were at a standstill. They abandoned me. Having this man presenting himself to me like this when I thought it would never happen... it made all intellect go out the window. He grabbed my hair and bunched it together. Slowly, he wrapped the 'ponytail' of it around his fist and made it into a solid grip. 

"Tell me. Tell me in detail, hon. Let me know just what you want to do to me." He tightened his grip. I moaned. 

"I want your dick in my mouth until I choke on it. And then I want you inside me." I said slowly. Nate laughed that deep, lustful laugh once again. It spoke to parts of me I didn't know existed. 

"You know what I want to do to you? I want to make that beautiful skin of yours red. I want you to know who is in charge here," He yanked me up by my hair and brought his face to my neck, "I want you to be so hot for me that when I give in to your desires, the only word left in your head is my name." 

He laid a soft kiss against my neck, "I want to know what my belt sounds like against your ass and stomach. I want to see your face when I enter you, and hear you call for me as I make you cum around my cock."

I shuttered under the weight of his words. I already didn't have any. But I did have one last request. "I want to see your face when you're cumming in me. I want to see what my body is doing to you." 

He traced a line from my jaw bone up to my temple with one of his fingers, then to the back of my head. He released my hair and ripped the blindfold free. The look on his face made me freeze. He was feral. The lust in his eyes was palpable and my entire body reacted to him. My breasts ached to be touched, my pussy ached with need. With a swift motion, Nate ripped my shirt open and then tore my bra off. I stood before him almost completely exposed. I lifted my arms up so he could undo my restraints. I wanted so badly to rip his shirt off from the tie, but he denied me. As if making a point, he pulled the tie smoothly down his stomach and it rested just above my hand. 

Nate put his hand on the top of my head and forced me back down to my knees. His hand took residence in my hair once again as he slid his cock into my mouth. I moaned around the thick length of him. I let my teeth scrape him a little as he slid himself into my throat. I looked up and watched his eyes close as he inched himself deeper inside my mouth. His hand gripped my hair tight enough to bring tears to my eyes. I started to bob my head in a smooth motion. He moaned loudly and shoved himself to the back of my throat. The sudden move made me choke, but I kept my composure and fought against his hand. He let loose a little and I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. The salty taste of his pre cum coated my tongue. Oh fuck, this was heaven. His breath was coming out in pants as I quickened my pace.

With a deep groan he yanked me away from his cock and jerked me to my feet. His mouth clamped over mine, and his teeth bore into my bottom lip. I moaned against him and returned the kiss. His tongue forced my lips apart and sent me flying into another dimension. His free hand roamed to my breast and he pinched my nipple hard. I leaned into the pain. I wanted more, I wanted so much more. I never wanted his lips to leave me. I never wanted his hands to leave my body. Suddenly, he pushed me away from him. I gasped from the force of the push. He stood in front of me, those dark brown eyes searching my body. 

"I need those pants off, now." He said gruffly. He went to work on the zipper and helped me step out of them. He took the flimsy fabric of my panties and ripped them off my body. "My god, you're beautiful." 

He laid a soft kiss against my hip. He turned me around and stood up. He put his hands on my hips, right above my ass, and guided me into his bedroom. He pushed me up against the bed post and forced my legs apart with a knee. His hands slid between my legs and he moaned.

"You're so wet for me, Brooke. God, you're so wet." His fingers swirled around my clit, teasing me endlessly. He stopped right as pressure was starting to build low in my stomach. "I'm not ready for you to cum yet."

He reached around me and grabbed my hands. He untied them, and then retied them around the post. I groaned. I really wanted to be able to touch him. Nate leaned forward and laughed softly in my ear. He whispered something but the blood raging through my ears blocked it out. He stepped away from me and disappeared for a moment. I heard his belt whistle through the air before it connected with my skin. I jumped, but welcomed the pain. Nate reached forward and traced the red line I was sure decorated my right ass cheek. He cupped me in his hands roughly and then stepped back.

"Seeing that is so sexy," The sentence was punctuated with another whip of his belt. The wetness between my legs increased. Another lash connected with my lower back. 

"Fuck, Nate." I moaned. He decorated my body with his belt, with his mark. Every bite of the belt was pure ecstasy. When he was finished, he undid the rope binding my hands and pulled me into his arms. I tentatively wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me. I kissed him softly and stepped back towards the bed. I wanted his body on top of mine. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to claim what was rightfully his. My body ached for him. My eyes clouded over with lust. 

Nate's hands pressed into my hips as he sat me down on the bed. His lips latched onto one of my breasts as one of his hands played with the other. I threw my head back and moaned. He pushed my legs apart. Slowly his mouth ventured down my body and stopped just before he got to my pussy. He looked up at me through hooded eyes. He pushed two fingers inside me and his tongue flicked my clit. I reached forward and dug my fingers into his hair tugging his face closer to me. He nipped at me and it drove me wild. He drug his tongue from where his fingers worked back up to my clit. The way he worked me... it had every nerve ending in my body firing with pleasure from him. I bucked my hips and drove his fingers in deeper. They tickled my G Spot and tore a scream out of my mouth. I couldn't handle much more of this.

"If you want to feel me come on your cock, I'd suggest you stop," I said through my moans. Nate stopped what he was doing and stood up. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and took his tie off, letting them both fall to the floor. He stalked above me, picked me up, and threw me fully on his bed. 

Nate covered me with his body. I relished in the feeling. He was so warm, and he fit so perfectly on top of me. I needed him inside me, now. He covered my lips with his. I could taste myself on his tongue. I all too eagerly welcomed his tongue inside my mouth. He kicked my legs apart and reached a hand down between us. In a fluid motion, he pushed his cock inside me. The pain alone almost made me cum. My body grew even wetter as he pushed himself in deep. He moaned into my mouth and then dropped his head to my neck. I pushed my hips against his to drive him in deeper. I couldn't get enough of the feeling of him inside me. He thrust hard inside me. I drug my nails down his back as his teeth sank into the skin of my neck. 

"Fuck you're tight," He said through his moans. I felt his cock jerk inside me.

"Harder, Nate," I begged. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, and drove into me harder. I bounced endlessly under him and used the momentum to drive him deeper and deeper inside me. His breathing came faster and faster. I didn't want him to come yet. I wanted to feel the fullness of him inside me longer. He grunted on top of me.

"Oh god, oh god," He lifted himself up and looked down at me. The rapture in his face froze my heart. All I wanted to do was push him over the edge. I wanted to hear him cum screaming my name. He drove into me faster. My boobs bounced in tune with him. I reached up and pulled his face to mine and kissed him. I dropped my hands to his neck and felt him grunting. 

The bed was creaking with the force of our bodies. The headboard slammed against the wall as he pushed me further up the bed. He grabbed hold of it as he drove into me faster and faster. I reached down and played with my clit, letting my fingers connect with where he was inside me. My breathing sped up as I felt the orgasm coming. I looked up into his face and saw him looking at my fingers. I circled myself slower, letting him see exactly what I was doing. He moaned and his hips froze. I sped my movements up and let the orgasm roll. His name came out of my lips effortlessly as it crashed through my body. It felt like every joint, every muscle, and every bone was affected by what Nate was doing to me. I arched back as I felt the muscles deep inside my pussy clench around his thick, thick length. The sensation drove me wild. Nate took a handful of my hair and jerked my head up so I was looking at his face. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head as his cock jerked and he came with a moan and my name on his lips. His hips drove into me as his cum filled me, hot and thick. My body shuttered under his as he collapsed on top of me. 

There was something in that moment as he laid his head on my breasts that gave me peace. He whispered my name and let his hand run gently down my body. I ran my fingers through his hair and gathered his body closer to mine. My body was still on high alert. It still wanted more of him. 


Flipped Ch. 02



When I woke the next morning, my body ached with the memory of what happened the night before. It was a pleasant ache, one that started low in my stomach and spread to the lash marks across my breasts. Nate was still sleeping peacefully; his head was nestled softly in between my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled when he nuzzled closer to me. Only his soft snoring let me know that he was still asleep. 

The way his hands were laying across my hips still had me a little hot and heavy. I wasn't sure my body could take another night like last night, but it could handle waking him up with a shout or two... So I tried to slide out from under him gently. The sheer size of him made it a little hard, but when I finally did manage to get out, he just sighed and rolled onto his back. I smiled as I looked him up and down. I really hadn't had a chance to do that last night. 

His body was as strong as it looked. No, he didn't have a six pack, but his body emanated masculine power and strength. His thighs were nice and thick and his arms matched. He was strength. And I wanted to conquer him as he had me the night before. I looked over on the side of the bed and saw the restraints he had used on me. I picked them up and gently cuffed his wrists to the bed. If he woke up, I didn't want him to overpower me. Something in me told me that he would. This was my time now. 

I positioned myself between his legs and locked my eyes on his dick. Even soft it was intimidating. I moved my hands toward him and wrapped my fingers around him firmly, using old fashioned spit lube. He didn't jump to attention, but his body was starting to react to my touch. I stroked him harder, faster, loving the feeling of his dick hardening in my grip. I cupped his balls with my other hand and watched his face contort with pleasure. I smiled and continued working. 

My imagination kind of went wild. All I could think about was taking him in the hospital. Finding an empty on call room and having him ravish me in one of the beds, coworkers be damned. I moaned softly and brought my mouth to his dick. I took the thick length of him in my mouth and his body reacted. His hips bucked up into my mouth and a moan tore out of his lips. I took him in as far as I could and pulled him back out. When I looked up, he was staring down at me with fire in his eyes. He tugged on his restraints but didn't put up much of a fight as I continued what I was doing with my hands. I looked at him slyly.

"Morning, Nate." My voice dropped low. He looked a little surprised, but his head fell back as my fingers made a circle around the tip of his dick. A shudder went through his body before he replied.

"I see you're feeling adventurous this morning, Brooke." He yanked against the handcuffs again, "I love seeing those marks on you. You can't even imagine what's going to happen when you let me go..." 

He let the threat hang in the air. I just smiled and replied, "You can't even imagine what I'm about to do to you, Nathaniel." A smile parted my lips as I took him in my mouth again. Oh, it felt so good to have him underneath me. It felt good to be in control of this situation. And his threat made my pussy wet, I longed for him to dominate me. After I had my fun, that is. 

"I can imagine you letting me go," He said with urgency. I looked up and saw the lust burning in his eyes, and I slid his dick out of my mouth. 

"Funny, I can't picture that right now," I replied. "All I can picture is me sitting on your face and then riding you until you're shouting my name as you come. Pity we don't line up..." 

I stood up and sat on his stomach, letting my wetness fall down his body. He would never actually know how much he turned me on. My body simply couldn't react that violently. 

"I can picture kissing you while you're trying to free yourself. I can see you plainly bending me over when I'm done with you and hitting me with your belt, only to take me again because I'm so hot for you. But I can also see me leaving you like this and having you as I will for a while. It's all so tantalizing. What shall I do?" I leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed me back eagerly.

"Woman, you're treading a thin line..." The warning was thick in the room, but I liked it. He popped me further up on him with a thrust of his hips. "All I can see right now is you bent over my legs with your hands and feet tied together, taking the pain as I bring my belt down across that ass. I can see your skin breaking out with that perfect redness and then taking you from behind with my hands on your hips..."

I cut him off with a harsh kiss. I couldn't listen to the talk anymore. I couldn't participate in the talk. I let my tongue venture through his mouth and opened my mouth to his. He grunted against me and I broke the kiss off and brought one of my breasts to his mouth. He bit my nipple and I moaned. It was a sharp, quick pain but it was all it took. I had never actually tried to do anything like this before. Nate was so receptive that I couldn't contain myself. I stood over him and positioned my pussy over his face. He looked so eager for me that I couldn't deny myself the pleasure anymore. I sat down, careful not to put my full weight on him, and moaned when teeth met my clit. He nipped gently and his tongue roamed around my lips. I rocked back and forth on his face until I felt a pressure low in my stomach. 

"Fuck," I called out. I could feel the orgasm coming, but I wasn't ready for it yet. I knew after I came I would be almost useless, so I stood back up and worked my way back down to his dick. I took him back into my hand and stroked him. 

"Fucking ride me, Brooke," he pleaded. His cock jerked in my hand. The sudden urge to be manhandled ran through me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair. I wanted his hands on my hips forcing me down the full length of him as I rode him. I wanted his beautiful roughness, but this was my moment, wasn't it? How long could I deny myself though? I squeezed him hard and his hips came up off the bed. "Fuck please!" He growled. 

I obliged. My pussy was dripping with need for him. I braced myself for the pain of him as I lowered myself down onto his dick. The sheer pressure of his cock was almost too much for me. He forced me open; I had to wiggle a little so my body would accept him. He grunted under me and I started to bounce up and down slowly until his dick was bumping against my cervix. The pain of that was hot and wild, but it made me drip for him. I grinded my hips into his and watched as his mouth fell open. 

"You're so tight, Brooke," He moaned. He thrust his hips up in tune to mine. I braced myself on his chest with one hand and brought the other down to play with my clit. I leaned back a little to give him a show, and his dick jerked inside me. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. I arched my back and tried to take him in deeper than my body would allow. "Let my hands go and I'll show you pleasure like you've never felt before." He growled. 

"Not yet. Not till I'm done." I moved my hips faster on him. The fullness inside me was mind blowing. I wanted to feel like this all the time.

"Brooke. I'm not asking." He said firmly. I looked into his eyes and saw the demand. I smiled at him and shook my head.

"What will happen if I don't?" His answer was to thrust up into me so hard that I saw stars. "FUCK Nate!" 

"If you don't, I won't do that again, love." He threatened. Now that was a threat I couldn't risk. I saw the twisted pleasure in his eyes. I bent down to kiss him while I let his hands out of the restraints. He immediately took control of me. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees and planted his hands firmly on my hips. "This is your punishment, Brooke."

He immobilized my body from my hips down. His grip so strong that I was positive I was going to have handprint bruises decorating them. He drove his dick into me and grunted. The pleasure that fanned out in my body was so strong it tore a strangled scream from my mouth. The shock of the thrust made my boobs bounce back and forth. I pressed my fingers into the bed. Nate moaned above me. He leaned across my body and bent down until his lips were pressed against my shoulders. He kissed me lightly and then took some of my skin between his teeth. He bit down as he thrust into me again. He let his grip ease up and circled his hands around my body so he had my pussy cupped in one hand and my breasts in the other. My breathing got more and more shallow. His fingers played with my clit as he thrust into me. 

"Please don't stop, Nate." I begged. His fingers pressed harder into my clit. I was right on the brink... I started to push myself back against Nate's body. He didn't stop me; he just kept pushing into me. As the heat started to build, my movements got more and more frantic. I wanted the orgasm to take me over. Not for the first time, the feeling of his dick inside me made me gasp. One final thrust from him made my body erupt with the pleasure his was giving me. He didn't stop as my pussy milked his dick.  

His chest rose and fell hard against my back. He was trying hard to control his breathing, to control his reaction to me, but he wasn't succeeding very well. My body went limp as the orgasm started to fade and Nate pulled out of me. He flipped me over and brought me up to dick level. He shoved his cock in my mouth and pushed his length down my throat. I choked on him a little as I tasted myself on him. He fisted my hair and pushed himself in. I took him in all too willingly and moaned around him. I tried to take the job over, but he thrust in and out of my mouth until I tasted his hot, salty cum going down the back of my throat. His orgasm overtook him in spurts. My name peeled out of his mouth as he pulled his dick out of me. Nate pushed me backwards and collapsed on top of me. His lips covered mine in a passionate kiss. I took him in. His lips were all I wanted in that moment. 

"You drive me crazy, Brooklyn." He said, his breath still coming out in pants. I smiled against his lips. 

"It's my pleasure."

He kissed me once again and then rolled off me. It made me feel kind of empty. But now the pain from last night was compounded with that from this morning. It was so, so welcome. I had finally found someone who could completely satisfy me. I looked over at his completely sated face and smiled. He gave me that million dollar smile back and pulled me over onto his chest. I rested my head there and listened to his heartbeat. My last thought before falling asleep was that I had finally found home.



Flipped Ch. 03



Another day meant I was back to work. Which was all fine, but Nate had the night off. That meant that he had the night off to recover and I was here walking through the halls with the pain of the lashes. It turned me on, but there was no certainty in me that we would hook up again.

I was walking through these halls almost aimlessly. It was a slow night tonight and I had caught up on all my work and my patients were happy. All I really had to do was roam and think. Would I be okay if he never touched me again? Would I be okay if he never looked at me with those gorgeous lust filled eyes again? What if he looked at me with disgust?

It's not even that I wanted a relationship with him, but the sex was sublime. That I could deal with. But never having him take me again? I could still feel where he had been so deep inside me. I could feel where his hands had dug into my hips. The feeling of being totally dominated, leaving all my trust in him and knowing I could, that's what really got me. I opened the door to the stairwell on the ninth floor. I started up and it struck me as odd how dark it was. My heart sped up a little. Normally these stairwells were well lit. Had the power just gone out? 

I took the stairs two at a time trying to get to the tenth floor as fast as I could. When I reached the door, I noticed something even more off. The whole floor was cloaked in darkness. The only light came from the illuminated exit sign above my head. I started down the hall slowly. Surely they wouldn't just close down a whole floor, right? Or had I just walked into a really bad situation? It looked like it had been completely evacuated. There were no patients, no beds, no nurses, and no doctors. Really it was just me. But something in my gut told me that it wasn't the case. Something in me knew that I wasn't alone on this floor, but I had no idea who would be up here as well. 

I picked up the pace trying to get to the elevators. A low whistle came from behind me and my heart froze. I wasn't alone. I broke out into a run but I wasn't fast enough to escape from the attacker. I was pulled up and against a large body and a hand was slapped over my face. I fought against him. If I was going down, I wasn't going without a fight. He kept me pulled tight against him, but let his hand off my face long enough to blindfold me. Raw fear paralyzed me. I was drug backwards into one of the rooms.

By now I was shaking. His hands slowly undid my button down, and left my chest almost completely exposed. I whimpered. That seemed to ignite some kind of reaction in him, and he was gone for a moment. When he returned, he placed a gag in my mouth and restrained me to the side rail of the bed. I moaned against the gag. His hands came down to rest on my breasts, which were still securely in my bra. But he seemed to find the nipples just fine. And my body, being the traitorous bitch that it was, reacted immediately. When I had left Nate's place that morning, my underwear had been in tatters on the floor. I was going commando, and the wetness was seeping through my pants. 

In a swift motion he gathered me up against him and snapped my bra off. There was something slightly familiar about the way he was holding me but I couldn't place it. In a second he had let me go and had one of my nipples in his mouth. I couldn't help the moan that slid out of my mouth. His tongue caressed it artfully. He took his time and I could feel the sensation deep in my pussy. It was almost as though he knew my body before this. Almost completely against my will, my back arched up and thrust my breasts closer to him. While he took his time with one nipple, he was teasing the other with one of his hands. With his other, he explored the rest of my body. 

I wanted to be wholly disgusted by this. This man was doing things to me that I didn't want, but my body reacted violently, positively, to his touch. It wasn't scared or repulsed by him. It wanted him. He slid his hand in between my pants and my skin. I froze and tried to back away from him. He let go of my nipple and reached behind my head. To my surprise, he let the gag loose and then put that arm around my waist to steady me. His other hand was now rubbing down the center of my pussy. I was so wet for him and I didn't get it. 

"Why me?" I said in a small voice. Laughter bubbled out of his mouth and I felt a spark of electricity go through me.

"Because all I can picture right now is you powerless to what I'm about to do to you," the thick, sexy, accent washed over me. "And you're so wet for me, too." Nate inserted one of his fingers inside me. I jumped up and welcomed him inside. 

"So your idea of a good time is to kidnap and rape me?" I questioned. I tried to close the gap between our bodies, but he was just far enough away that I couldn't. 

"Well, I remember you mentioning at one point..." He let the sentence die off. I knew what he was talking about. 

"In a hospital? While I'm working?" I fought against the restraints. I was kind of upset at this, I couldn't lie. He had to have been following me for most of the night to know I would be here right now. There was a small amount of discontent floating around in my stomach. It was unsettling. Nate pressed his lips against mine. I let him kiss me, but I didn't really reciprocate. "Can you let me go?" 

"No," He said, his mouth still against my lips.

I was really afraid of him in that moment. Something in him sounded off, but what he was doing to me with that finger was driving me mad. He used the arm supporting me to pull my pants down. I was now completely exposed to him, but blind to what he was doing. My breathing got more and more shallow as he took his time doing whatever it was he was doing. My question was answered when the bite of his belt took me by force. The pain radiated from my abs up into my chest and down to my thighs. The second swipe landed across my breasts, and a moan tore from my lips. I was turned on by this, I couldn't believe it. When I had mentioned the idea of a rape fantasy to him, I hadn't thought that he would actually do it. 

"Please, Nate, stop." I begged. The pain was too much to handle here. It was too much to have to deal with at work especially when I still had hours of my shift left. "I can't do this here."

"Do you really want me to stop? Or are you just afraid of your fantasies coming true?" He had stopped with the belt. His hands were on my thighs and his face right next to mine.

"I just didn't figure it'd happen here at work. Or at all really." I said truthfully. He kissed me softly on the cheek.

"I promise I won't go too far, love. I'm not going to hurt you... too much." With that statement, he kissed me softly and stood back.

"I have one request, though." 

"What's that Brooke?" 

"Take the blindfold off." 

Nate laughed softly and stood back away from me. I knew that was all the answer I was going to get. The blindfold added a bit of mystery to this bit that I supposed he wanted. He moved down and spread my legs. I was met with shock when he took my pussy into his mouth. The pleasure arced through my body and I went wild. I wanted him in the weirdest ways possible. He brought me to the edge with his mouth. I could feel the orgasm building in my stomach threatening to unhinge me. Nate stood and captured my mouth with his. I could taste myself on him, but I let him in eagerly. 

He brought my hips out as he kissed me and entered me forcefully. He muffled the sound of my screams with his mouth. Every inch of his dick was sheathed inside me. His balls smacked off my ass with the force of his thrusts. I called out soundlessly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over my body. He kissed me from my mouth down to my jaw, down the line of my neck. One of his hands grabbed me right under my jaw and forced me back. He closed around my neck slowly. I gasped in pleasure. The fullness of his dick was bringing me dangerously close to climax, but the choking took me over the edge. I tried to take a deep breath in and panicked as my airflow was cut off. Nate grunted against my neck and bit me tenderly on my collarbone. The orgasm was building again, and I could tell that he wasn't going to stop it this time. And he didn't. It washed over me in waves, over and over again until my vision clouded and all I could feel was the hot stickiness of his cum inside me. I let out one last gasp before my world went dark from the pleasure tearing my body apart.



Flipped



"Brookie..." Nate's voice trailed. I didn't know what he could possibly say after that. He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me closer to him and nuzzled his face deeper into my breasts. "Oh fuck." 

I smiled and let the overwhelming urge to sleep wash over me. I had him in my arms. I had him at least until tomorrow. The only question was, did he ever want me again?



Flipping the Switch



The knock on the door came at 7:23, twenty-three minutes later than it was supposed to come. It was par for the course with her. He actually doubted that she'd ever shown up anywhere on time her whole life.

She knocked again, and then it apparently dawned on her that she'd instructed him to sit naked in a kitchen chair, bind his ankles to the legs, and cuff his hands behind his back. She let herself in. 

He watched her approach, observed her smile when she saw that he'd followed her directions and was, indeed, naked and bound to the chair. She carried a bag in her right hand and retrieved a blindfold from it. She stepped behind him, lowered the blindfold over his eyes, and pulled it tight. All was dark for him, and he felt his cock stir at the thought of what his Miranda was going to do to him. He felt her slowly run her nails down the nape of his neck and his back. He shuddered.

He felt the soft rubber of a ball gag at his lips and opened his mouth to let her insert it. She pulled it tight as well, and he felt the straps bite into the corners of his mouth. She raked her nails through his hair, over his scalp, and he shuddered again. She ran her hands gently over his furry chest and sunk her teeth into the fleshy part of his shoulder, behind the collarbone. He winced, and she pulled away, grinning at the lovely bite mark she'd left behind. She quickly stripped off her clothes and felt the wetness coating the tops of her thighs as she walked around to face him. 

Miranda pulled out a set of nipple clamps and heard his sharp intake of breath when she attached them to his nipples. She tugged roughly at the chain between them and watched in fascination as his cock grew rock-hard. She took his cock in her hand and squeezed. 

"Mmmm," she purred at him, "this looks so good."

She carefully lowered herself into his lap, impaling herself with his hard cock. She moaned and ground her hips against him.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered.

He nodded.

"Don't even think about cumming until I give you permission," she growled at him. He nodded again.

She squeezed him tightly with her inner muscles and began to move up and down on his cock. She wrapped her arms around him, already very close to orgasm. She rode him hard--her own personal, living, breathing dildo. He tried to thrust up inside her, but between his bonds and her weight in his lap, he couldn't move. She squeezed him again and came, scraping her nails down his chest, digging them deep into his flesh. A bit of blood appeared in the red, angry lines, and she licked it away, feeling herself grow even wetter than before. Her newly acquired power over the one who usually controlled her was intoxicating. 

Miranda fucked him hard...or, more accurately, fucked herself hard with his cock. She clung tightly to him with one arm and slipped her other hand between the two of them. She captured the chain between his nipple clamps and yanked. She heard his breathing grow ragged.

"No," she whispered in his ear. "You may not cum while I'm enjoying your cock." She punctuated her words with another yank on the chain. 

He struggled to obey her order. The head of his cock was being rammed against her cervix with every move she made. Her inner muscles alternately tensed and relaxed, gripping him hard with each stroke. He tried so hard to avert his thoughts, to hold back his impending orgasm, but it was nearly impossible with her torturing his sensitive nipples. She felt his cock twitch inside her.

"No," she warned him and jerked the clamps off, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep himself from orgasming inside her as the blood rushed back to the agonized tissue. 

She was right. He came hard, spewing his seed deep inside her. She stood up. 

"You are in so much trouble," she enunciated deliberately. 

She set about untying his feet from the chair legs. Once they were free, she removed the ball gag and ordered, "Stand up." 

He stood, still blindfolded. She guided him carefully to the bedroom and helped him lie down in the center of the bed on his back, his hands still cuffed behind him. She slowly positioned herself above him, one knee on either side of his head.

"Lick me clean," she commanded and lowered herself so that her dripping pussy touched his lips. 

Obediently, he began to lick her, burying his tongue in her wet folds. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, tasting both her orgasmic fluids and his own. She squirmed a bit on top of him. He fucked her wet pussy with his tongue, in and out, in and out, until her body cried out for more. He touched her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, and she felt an electric-like shock passed through her. He attacked her clit more aggressively, and she came hard, gasping for breath.

The release gave her the chance to proceed farther with his punishment, even though he continued tonguing her wet slit. Miranda leaned forward to take his cock. He took that opportunity to lick her tight little rosebud. She gasped, but didn't let the pleasure he was giving her dissuade her from her task. She held a long length of shoestring in her hand, and, in short order, had it wrapped tightly around his cock and his balls. She tied the string off at the bottom in a neat little bow and ran her tongue along the underside of the head of his cock, coaxing it back to hardness to insure his maximum discomfort. She watched it grow as well as it could within its bonds. As he slurped away at her wet pussy, she thumped the head of his now deep purple cock quite hard and felt him flinch beneath her. She gave it a ruthless squeeze and sat up straight again. 

After her first orgasm on his face, he'd started licking her hard little clit more tenderly. His gentle ministrations had her close to yet another orgasm. She ground her pussy against his mouth and came again, digging her nails into his already-sore nipples. She pulled away from him and sat down beside him on the bed. She leaned over to kiss him, to lick away some of her juices that were smeared across his face, and was surprised at the ferocity with which he kissed her back. She bit down hard on his lower lip as she pulled away from him. Blood rose to the surface of the skin in the middle of his lip. The sight of it caused the same reaction it had before in her--instant aggressive horniness. She licked the blood away, stuffed the ball gag back inside his mouth, and fastened it tightly. 

"Turn over," she ordered him. 

He complied quickly. She fished around in the floor until she found the pants she'd worn earlier. She stripped the belt away from them and folded it in quarters. The first blow fell on his left buttock. He yelped behind the gag, tried to squirm away. She promptly sat down across his lower back, effectively pinning him to the bed with her body weight. The next blow was harder and fell on the back of his right thigh. Each stroke was harder than the one that came before it. He struggled against the cuffs, against her, but to no avail. She flayed away at his ass and the backs of his thighs. He gave up the fight, realizing there was nothing he could do. She whipped him until she could no longer raise her arm to strike him again; then, she tossed the belt aside. She slipped off his back and ran her fingers gently over his bruised ass. 

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

He nodded, trying to control his breathing. She grasped both buttocks hard. He gasped. 

"Hurts even more now, doesn't it?" 

He nodded again, much more urgently this time. She spread his legs with her hands and gave his still-bound balls a squeeze. He jumped. 

"Roll over on your back again for a second," she instructed.

He rolled over, and she quickly clamped a clothespin on each throbbing nipple. He winced, but made no noise. She rolled him back over on his stomach, so that he lay uncomfortably on his clamped nipples and bound cock. She spread his legs a bit wider and drew her hands tenderly over the bruised flesh of his ass. Suddenly, without warning, she buried her tongue in his asshole. He started in surprise. She licked him gently, teasingly, and he felt his cock growing painfully hard again in its bonds. The pain in his nipples and the pain in his balls and his uncomfortably stiff member combined with the tender care of her tongue on his tight ass were enough to make him crazy. He struggled a little with his hands, but otherwise remained still for her. When she was certain she'd licked him enough for sufficient lubrication, she drew back. She inserted her index finger in her still-wet pussy to lube it up for him and slowly, deliberately pushed it up inside his ass. 

He moaned behind the gag. His constricted cock twitched. She carefully withdrew her finger and entered him again. She slowly fucked his tight ass with her finger until she felt him loosening some for her. Then, she added a second finger. She continued stroking his ass in the same controlled, deliberate manner until she was able to squeeze in a third finger. When she had him stretched to her satisfaction, she withdrew her fingers and ordered him over on his back again. After he acquiesced, she set about untying his cock and balls with one hand and greasing the long, slender wand up with lube with the other. She looked at his hard cock as it sprung free and whispered, "I want to taste you."

Her tongue touched his balls in the same instant that thin dildo touched his ass. She sucked first one into her mouth, then the other, letting her tongue flicker over them both as she slowly worked the wand into his tight, puckered anus. She took his cock in her mouth and buried the dildo to the hilt. The salty precum tasted wonderful on her tongue. He squirmed about as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock and gently fucked his yielding ass with the wand. 

"Do you want to cum?" she purred at him.

He nodded his head, a vigorous yes. 

"Not until I tell you to," she warned. "You know what happened last time."

He nodded again in agreement. 

She took his cock back in her mouth and lowered herself all the way down on it. She kept up the gentle ravishment of his ass with the dildo with her other hand. Even though the toy was small, his ass felt so full. Pain shot through his still-clamped nipples, which only made his predicament worse. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out with her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking hard.

"Cum," she growled at him, ramming the dildo deep inside him.

He exploded in her mouth, and she kept sucking until he was finished. She crawled slowly up his body, released the gag, and touched her lips with his. She kissed him, quite tenderly, in fact, and transferred his semen to his own mouth. He swallowed obediently. 

"Good boy," she whispered and kissed him again. 

Miranda crawled back down between his legs and removed the dildo. She quickly lubed up a rather large plug and eased it inside him to replace the wand. He gasped. If the dildo felt big, this plug was monstrous. She lay down atop him, rubbing her soaked pussy against his now-limp member. The head of his cock bumped against her clit, and she moaned. She orgasmed again and snatched the clothespins from his nipples. His howl of pain matched her orgasmic shriek. She continued rubbing her wet slit against him. Her fingers went up to toy with his bruised nipples. She rolled them gently between her fingers and felt his cock stir almost imperceptibly beneath her. She kept playing with his nipples, alternating between gentle fondling and cruel twisting. His cock grew harder. She gave them one last, vicious tug and felt his full erection against her soft pussy as she moved away. 

She buckled the strap-on harness around her waist and between her legs. She carefully lubed up the large dildo protruding from the harness. She turned back her attention back to her bound, helpless, blindfolded victim and took his cock in her right hand. She jerked the plug in his ass free with her left and buried the strap-on in its place. He howled in pain, reminding her that she'd neglected to gag him again. She didn't mind. She wanted to hear him scream. 

She began to fuck him hard, heedless of his cries. The erection in her hand betrayed him. He loved it every bit as much as she did. She raped his ass, pummeling him hard with each and every long thrust. He screamed, begged for mercy, but she ignored him. She reached up with her free hand and tugged his blindfold loose. He blinked in reaction to the bright lights, but the sight of her reaming his ass with a huge dildo quelled any protests. She stroked his cock slowly and looked up into his beautiful dark blue eyes.

"You want to cum for me, don't you?"

"Yes," he managed to croak out.

"Tell me," she commanded. "Tell me how badly you want to cum with my cock in your ass."

"Please," he whispered.

"You can do better than that. Beg me."

"Please, Miss," he rasped, "please let me cum."

"Better, but still not what I'm looking for," she said, an evil, sadistic gleam in her eyes. She didn't let up on the brutal fucking of his tight ass or the firm stroking of his hard cock. She slipped her free hand between the strap-on harness and her body to finger her clit. The sight was almost too much for him.

"Please!" he exclaimed, perilously close to orgasm. "Please, Miss, I want to cum with your cock in my ass!"

"Cum," she growled at him, squeezing his cock tight. 

He came hard, in great, pulsing spurts. She pushed the dildo as far as it would go inside him, to the hilt, and it seemed to trigger another spasm that wracked his body. She stroked her clit and orgasmed along with him. 

When he finally finished, she pulled the dildo out of his ass. His whole body went limp. She wiped the remaining lube off of her strap-on with the hand that was covered in his sticky sperm. She leaned forward and wiped the whole mess across his face.

"Slut," she hissed at him as she rose from the bed.

He lay there, hands still cuffed behind his back, and listened to her in the bathroom. He heard her washing the toys and humming softly to herself. He felt the sticky mess drying on his face and shifted uncomfortably, his arms asleep beneath him. When she returned, she helped him sit up and unbuckled the cuffs from his hands. She stroked his dirty face lovingly. 

"Now," she instructed, "go clean yourself up."

He obliged her and hurried to the bathroom. She slipped beneath the covers and stretched, her body exhausted. Even though he wasn't gone long, she was still nearly asleep when he returned. He turned off the light and joined her in bed. She snuggled up to him and kissed him one more time before she fell asleep with her head buried in his chest. * * * *

He awoke the next morning to find Miranda still snuggled against him. He was pretty sure she hadn't moved all night. He slipped away from her slowly, not wanting to wake her just yet. She still didn't move. He inched quietly out of the bedroom into the living room, looking for a way to entertain himself for a little while before waking her. He sat down to check his email, since it was a fairly quiet enterprise. When his Inbox appeared, he noticed a message from the woman asleep in his bed. It was dated yesterday. He was sure she hadn't awoken the night before and sent him an email, so he surmised that she must've sent it before she arrived yesterday evening...probably assuming he wouldn't see it before she left. Curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked on it. The message ran:

"You know, you're always after me to tell you what I want, the deep, dark fantasies that no one else knows about. I do have something I've never shared with anyone before. It's not so much that it's humiliating or hardcore kinky, but it is something that, were the wrong kind of person to know, could hurt me very deeply. 

"I've known for a long time that my masochism is more than just a physical thing. I crave pain in so many different ways, so many different forms. You're very good at torturing my body and sometimes my mind. Sometimes, though, I want more. I want to hurt deep inside myself. I imagine you inflicting all kinds of pain on me and then telling me how worthless I am and how disgusting you find me. Then, you walk out, leave me alone, making me hate you and ache for you all at the same time." 

He raised an eyebrow when he finished reading. He'd had an inkling, of course; he almost always knew the kinds of things she craved. He just liked making her tell him. The added benefit of this particular confession was that she had no idea right now that he knew. It could be terribly interesting.... He slipped back into the bedroom. Miranda was still asleep. He grinned--even better. He slid in bed beside her, pulled her close to him, and kissed her awake. She whimpered a little.

"Good morning," he said with a smile. 

"Gmon," she answered sleepily.

"Wake up," he teased.

"Mmmph," she replied. He pulled out two sets of cuffs and four lengths of rope and set about tying her spread-eagled to the bed. She was a little more awake when he finished. The muscles in her arms and legs started to ache almost immediately. He blindfolded her as well, and she felt herself starting the rapid downward spiral into subspace. He buckled her collar around her neck and listened to her purr. He lowered himself on top of her and began kissing and licking the tender skin of her collarbones and shoulder areas. She felt the wetness pool between her thighs.

"Cum," he commanded. 

She shuddered as a small orgasm hit her. He gently caressed her breasts, still kissing her collarbone, making her nipples rock-hard. 

"Cum," he growled at her again. "And keep cumming." 

She was powerless to stop as the sensations rolled over her body. He kissed his way down her stomach to her already dripping wet slit. At the first contact of his tongue on her clit, her eyes rolled back in her head. He thrust two fingers deep inside of her and felt her muscles contract as she came again. He gently tongued her clit and rubbed her g-spot with his fingers. She came over and over again. Slowly, he inserted a third finger and then a fourth. The rhythmic movements of her hips grew frantic as he stretched her wide. Wave upon wave of orgasms rocked through her body. Her juices coated his hand, and he worked her pussy, his tongue still licking her gently, until his entire hand was buried inside. He massaged her cervix and was rewarded with another orgasm. 

"Feel good?" he asked.

She made a whimpering, whining noise at the back of her throat. He grinned. He knew exactly what was wrong, what she wouldn't tell him. When his Miranda was this horny, in this much of a submissive mindset, the kinds of orgasms that she needed were brought on by his inflicting pain on her. All he was doing now with his gentleness was teasing her mercilessly, making her torment worse. He rubbed her cervix some more.

"I know what you need," he whispered. "Beg me for it."

She shook her head.

"You need me to hurt you. I will hurt you, but you have to beg me for it."

She trembled and struggled in her bonds.

"Yes, slave, I know what you need. But if I give you what you need, it won't just be for your pleasure. I'll hurt you far past what you want. You'll beg me for mercy, and you won't get it. You'll work for every one of your orgasms. And if you cum just one time without my permission, I'll beat you until I can't beat you any longer, and you won't be allowed to cum again for a month. And you know what? You'll beg me for all of this because that's what you want."

She whimpered again.

"Isn't it?" he prodded.

"Yes," she replied in a barely audible whisper.

"Yes, what?" he prompted.

"Yes, Master," she answered.

"Good. Now that we've established that," he gently eased his hand out of her, "you're going to beg me for it."

Even blindfolded, she looked uncertain. He knew that she was aware of the pain he'd cause her, was a little afraid of it, even. He raised up to kiss her collarbone again to help her along. Her back arched up off the bed, and she gasped. 




Flipping the Switch



"I have a surprise for you, Jules." His voice kept cutting out on the cell phone, and Julia swore softly as she tried to adjust the volume.

"I'm sorry, Sir...what? I keep losing you..." 

His tone was patient and amused. "I said, angel, that I have a surprise for you. We're going out tonight." 

Grimacing a bit, Julia tried for cheery gratitude. "Um, really, Sir? That's wonderful." 

His rich laughter filled her ear, and she relaxed a little, no small thing in rush-hour traffic. 

"Don't overwhelm me with enthusiasm, girl! Trust me, you'll want to go on this little outing. We've been invited to a party." 

Hmm...now, this could get interesting. Frank hadn't been interested in public play for some time now. She spasmed a bit at the idea of her ass bare, her back arched, her hair in his fist as he struck... 

But still... 

Julia sighed, rubbing her forehead as yet another driver thought it was his God-given right to blaze past the rest of the traffic on the shoulder, then cut her off. She gave him the hairy eyeball, then wearily waved him over. Fuck it. 

It wasn't really the traffic that was bothering her, although that was certainly annoying enough. She was just feeling edgy, restless these days. They'd talked about it a bit, usually in bed on a Saturday morning. There was something welling up in her, a muscle that needed to be flexed, a fist that ached to clench. It gave her a different walk, a different voice, a different set to her mouth and eyes. It had always been part of her, and Frank knew enough to leave her alone at those times, give her a chance to work it out on her own. 

And work it out she did, with men, with women, with ropes and floggers and clamps. Although he knew about her extra-curriculars, she'd always kept the details away from him, not because he'd asked her to, but because she thought that it was respectful. He was her Master, the core of her said he was. And he trusted her enough to know that she would exercise the control she needed to feel balanced and whole, then return to him ready for devoted submission. 

He was showered and dressed to go out by the time she got home. That was unusual too. Typically if they were going out for the evening, she would serve him by helping him to bathe and dress. 

"I wanted to give you free run of the bathroom. I figured you'd need to decompress." 

She gave him a weary but grateful smile. "You're awfully sweet, Sir. Somebody should marry you." 

She slipped to her knees in front of his shoes, planting a kiss on each of his upturned palms. His fingers found their way over her scalp, down her nape, and then he lifted her chin, dark eyes twinkling. 

"Thank you, angel. Now get going." He smacked her ass as she passed him, flinging off her work clothes with a giggle. 

Then she saw the outfit. Leather. Lots of it. Pants, halter, boots, all in sleek black leather. She landed on him in a flurry of kisses and "thank you"s. 

About forty-five minutes later, her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek chignon at the nape of her neck, but with a few loose strands framing her face. The leather outfit was equally sleek and controlled. Yet she deferred to him, as she always did, for approval of how she looked. 

"Deadly, baby." He swatted her ass once more as he helped her into the car. 

Once at the party, she accepted the proffered mineral water and began to glance around the room. The rhythm, sounds, smells...mmmm...combined in a heady brew that tantalized her. 

She was drawn deeper and deeper into the mini-scenes that played out around her. A dark-haired man was splayed across his Mistress' lap, his ass glowing bright pink as she smacked him with her cupped palm... 

A woman servicing two men orally, first one, then the other...switching with each smack of her nipples by her Master's crop... 

Loving long-term couples watching the goings-on entwined in each other's limbs, chatting quietly among themselves... 

A pale, slender woman with hair and eyes the color of buttery caramel kneeling quietly at the side of a man who stroked her hair often... 

Julia exhaled a bit sharply and looked away. 

Precisely the sort of woman that Julia would be having a little flog-n-fuck with, if the circumstances were right. 

Frank caught her wandering eye, and with a knowing smile, took Julia by the elbow...more guiding than directing, she thought in retrospect...and led her aside. 

"Good eye, Jules. She's a beauty, yes?" 

"Mmm-hmm." Julia kept her tone deliberately light and noncommittal. 

"Well, I'm glad you think so, angel. I've arranged for you to borrow her for the evening." 

"Whaaat?!?" Her eyes cut to the girl, then back to him. "You did what?" She winced at her tone, trying to modify it. "I'm sorry, Sir...I'm just a little taken aback." 

"Is there a problem, Jules?" 

"Umm, look." She paused, searching for the right way to articulate this. Finally it just came out in a rush.

"Sir, I don't know that I can do this with you here. I'm used to this part of me being separate from us...do you understand what I mean? I'm here as your submissive. I don't think I'm in the right headspace to do this. I didn't even think to bring my bag..." She looked over his shoulder and realized that he'd brought her bag as well as his own. How had she missed that earlier? 

He listened quietly for long moments, waiting for her to get to the core of what was troubling her. He knew her too well. 

"Sir, may I be frank?"

"No, I'm Frank."

"Dammit!" 

"You know you don't need to ask that, Julia." 

"This kind of strikes me as...well...almost a head game. "You can pretend to be in charge, little girl, but only because I let you...it seems to strip the power from me, which is the whole point of my doing this...to take some of that power back for myself." 

His eyes narrowed a little. "A head game? Don't you think we're past all that, Jules?" 

He paused, deliberating, then took her hand. "It hadn't occurred to me that you might have bad feelings about this. Here, come with me. " 

He led her into another room, pulled a couple of chairs close together so they could talk. "I wanted this to be a surprise, but obviously, I should have prepared you better. I don't want you to top somebody if some undercurrent is going to get in the way of things. So why don't we do this? Let's talk about it for a little while. If you still don't feel comfortable, you can set it up with them for another time, without me around." 

Her expression softened, and her hand relaxed in his as she drew her chair even closer. "I'm sorry, Sir. Of course you weren't messing with my head. It was silly of me to say that. You know I love to top, and I know you wouldn't do anything to disturb that." 

He held her hand up to his lips, kissed her knuckles. 

"Julia, I love you. I love what we have. I know you know that." 

His eyes grew a little wistful. "But there's a piece of you...the piece of you that wants to go in and take that woman down...that I don't have access to. And I want to know that part of you. I know it's there...I can feel it starting to rise up in you. I want to be able to see it and experience it with you. 

"Sure, I could tell you to top me, but I think we both know that wouldn't work very well." 

"You can count on me to stay out of the scene, to not interfere or second-guess. I won't even be visible unless you choose to turn and look at me. I just want to see you in that light. I have a feeling you look gorgeous in it." 

Wide, emotion-filled eyes met his. He was giving her the space she needed to do what she loved, and he was proud of her...proud of her strength...proud of her ability...and even prouder at the moment when she surrendered it to him. 

He patted the chignon at the nape of her neck. "Do what you love, angel. Flip the switch. And have fun." 

When they returned to the main room, he moved to arrange his long, lanky frame in a folding chair, well away from the scene area, but close enough that he could observe. Julia could feel his eyes on her, but when she turned to look at him, he studiously looked away, engaging himself in quiet conversation with someone nearby. But she heard his voice in her ear nonetheless. 

Do it. Now. Flip the switch. 

She turned back to the girl, who was beginning to tremble, wondering, no doubt, if she'd done something wrong. 

Julia forced thoughts of Frank out of her mind. She had a responsibility here, in this delicate dove of a girl who needed something from her that she ached to provide. The girl needed to be led down the dark hallway to the locked door that Julia could help her open... 

After talking with the girl and her Master for a little while, stopping every now and again to stroke her hair or tilt her chin up to look down into her face, Julia learned a little about the girl's likes and dislikes, established some ground rules. 

Julia uncuffed the girl's wrists and led her away from her smiling Master, to the St. Andrew's cross. 

"Raise your arms, baby," Julia murmured, and was gratified at the girl's shivery compliance. The girl's arms were overhead, her legs spread, her midsection tethered to the cross, a blindfold shutting out the onlookers. 

Julia stroked and patted, then lightly smacked, the girl's shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs, before picking up a light flogger and beginning to dust the girl with mild blows. Julia's arm loosened, Her mind focused, as she found her rhythm in her own heartbeat and the girl's quivering cries. 

When diffuse pink blushes spread over the girl's shoulder blades, with darker, rounder blotches of color on her buttocks and thighs, it was time to shift. The leather on the next tool was a bit stiffer, the tails longer, Julia's throws more intense. The girl's cries became lower in pitch, rather than higher, as she got more aroused. That was intoxicating. 

As she moved to grab a soft deerskin short flogger, she found herself searching the crowd for Frank's eyes, half-afraid she might find them and deflate herself. There he was, watching with a peculiar mix of awe, pride, and secure knowledge that she was his. They shared a long moment of quiet kinship, Dominant to Dominant, as she felt his energy and her own flow through her. Her very skin seemed to glow, as she smiled and turned back to her charge. 

She flicked her wrist in a wicked uppercut, the tails of the short flogger licking between the girl's legs...the tails connecting...between cheeks, between lips...and the girl's head was lolling back...her cries unchecked... 

Julia stepped in, shielding the girl with her own warm body, rubbing, soothing, reaching around to squeeze the girl's nipples, her voice low in the girl's ear. 

"More?" 

"Please, Ma'am...yes...more...yesssss..." 

Something hardened in Julia's jaw as she took the riding bat, short and sturdy, with a wide tip made of stiff leather. The first blow, a glancing one across the back of the upper thigh, caused the girl to white-knuckle against the ropes which held her up, and buckled her knees. Julia slipped a smooth thigh between the girl's legs, bracing her with her body weight, simultaneously holding her up and stimulating her starved little mound. When the girl regained her footing, she stepped back. 

The blows came harder, faster, as Julia's hunger for red skin and abandoned cries grew, surged. Electricity seemed to shoot through her arms, out her fingers, down her legs, pinging her clit and nipples. But the core of her was deadly calm, an electric euphoria mixed with Zen-like peace. Not to mention a little touch of sadism, as she took the girl's right nipple firmly, pinching her nails into the base as the girl howled. 

"PLEASE MA'AM I NEED TO CUM PLEASE..." 

She stepped to one side of the girl, sliding the riding bat between her legs, the shaft rubbing between her reddened asscheeks, between hungry slick folds, the wide tip tapping her swollen clit. 

Julia growled low in the girl's ear. "Ride it. Ride it and cum." 

The girl was screaming in less than ten strokes, coming hard as Julia braced the girl around the waist with her arm, trembling a little from the workout and from the adrenaline. 

When the girl's cries began to dim, the girl's Master approached and untied her, his long arms easily reaching the top of the cross, while Julia braced the girl with her body, and sank to the floor with her. She stroked that gleaming caramel hair, crooning softly to her, rocking the girl in her arms. Aftercare was her specialty. She knew what she needed as a submissive, and the mothering part of aftercare appealed to her. 

She waited until the girl was quiet and calm, then nodded toward the girl's Master, who came back to retrieve her, pulling her into his lap. 

She returned to Frank, triumphant with the flush of a Dominant's high, as he repeated his words from earlier, lifting her up against him in a bone-crushing hug. 

"Deadly, baby. I'm so proud of you. God, what a rush to see you like that." 

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you." Kiss after kiss, crushed against him. 

They remained at the party for another hour or so, as the conversation turned to lighter subjects. Julia kept a special eye on the girl, and Frank kept a special eye on his girl. Julia smiled to herself, and gradually the high receded, replaced with warmth that suffused her body. So damned grateful. So amazed at the confidence of this man. Go ahead, he said. Take the power. Embrace it, let it live in you. Because I know when it is time, you will surrender it to me once again. 

The play between them began from the first slam of the car doors to head home. And they'd barely reached the front door before his fingers were already twisting the chignon loose and digging into her hair. She fell against him, greedy, ravenous, whimpering with need. He tossed his jacket on the arm of the sofa, kicking the door shut with his foot, and forced her to her knees. 

Yes...from a Dominant's high to a submissive's frenzied need...I've had the control...my body is singing with it...take it...take it back, Master...let it feed you. 

Frank was hoarse. "I was so proud of you. You were magnificent. DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA what it does to me, knowing the power of you under me, really knowing it?" His hands were brutal in her hair. "I feel like a jockey, or a fucking racecar driver." 

"You took her there, gave her what she needed. Did for her. Now, I will do for you. Ready for the ride?" 

Her lips closed gratefully around his cock with a moan as he flipped the light switch with his elbow. 



Flipping The Switch



This was it.

Mannie's heart raced as she entered the orientation team's workroom. The last day of Modesto University's orientation had ended without a hitch. Their supervisor, a tall and well-built senior with perfect brown hair and the ironic name of Junior, had showered the team with praises and compliments for their hard work and dedication at the wrap-up meeting over an hour ago. That was where Junior had pulled her aside and asked her to drop back by later to talk. You know, "talk".

The smile on Mannie's face started then and hadn't abated. She had hurried back to her dorm room after the meeting to freshen up. Makeup had to be touched up, of course. Would changing into a dress be too obvious? Who cares; wear the sexy halter top one. What about no panties? Okay, that sounded a little desperate. A nice black thong with lace front should be fine.

Slipping on her heels and adjusting her cleavage just right, Mannie had left the room and made her way back to the union building and the team's temporary workroom. Most of the lights were out now and everyone had left, but there sat Junior in the back office, glowing in the last bit of light. She'd seen him often like that, working late on the next day's plans, getting everything just right. She would fantasize about running her hand through his beautiful hair, grabbing the back of his head, straddling him in his chair...

She hadn't always been like this. She was raised by good, conservative parents in a conservative family. She kept the urges she had at bay during high school, but things started to break down her freshman year in college. Sex was a constant topic among the girls in the dorm. They had so much more experience than her and shared all of it, very openly. Their stories never failed to get a reaction and she would listen to them eagerly, but the real crack in the dam came on the night of the end-of-school-year dorm party.

Mannie didn't even know who it was, but one of the girls had put a dominatrix video on the television for a laugh. Fascinated, she couldn't look away. Struggling with her own issues of control, she admired how the woman took control of the man and had her way with him...teased him...made him her toy to play with. Despite all of her successes in high school and college, men had controlled so much of Mannie's life that she hadn't even considered how much she resented it. How much internally she raged against it. How much she wanted to be in control.

That summer, Mannie started making changes in her life. Rather than return home as her parents wanted, she stayed in Modesto and worked different jobs at the University while taking classes, classes that her father and family would emphatically disapprove of- theater and art. She pursued men and dated for the first time, several times, though not very successfully. And filling out her summer were the odd jobs that the University assigned her, none very special, until she met Junior.

The first meeting of the orientation team had taken place in this same room and Mannie had noticed, and wanted, Junior immediately. Striding across the room to greet her, he extended his hand while she stared at his handsome face awestruck. A short chuckle from him broke the spell, so they laughed together while shaking hands. It was the first of many laughs they shared.

Quiet and confident, Junior guided the team expertly through a month of preparation and execution for orientation. Drawn from an array of colleges at the university, the team worked together superbly and executed what felt like perfection- a week of fun and sharing that made all of the new students friends with each other as well as the team. Certainly none of them could recall their own orientation experiences being any better. It was perhaps the most fulfilling month of Mannie's life, made all the better by lusting for Junior through all of it.

She walked forward to the office door, her heels announcing her entrance. Junior glanced up and started to smile, but the expression changed to something like awe as he looked Mannie over. Just as she had hoped. She smiled and let him languish in the awkward silence until he could finally stammer, "Wow. You look great. More than great." She chuckled inside as he stared at her cleavage.

"You wanted to see me?" she said soothingly.

"Oh, right." Junior snapped out of his stupor and looked down at his desk. "Mannie. Uh, you've been the hardest worker on the team and I feel like we've gotten close through all of this. No one else put in the hours you did to make this team a success."

"Except you," Mannie interjected as she drifted towards his desk. She was normally an over-achiever anyway, but Junior didn't know that she really worked all those late nights to be around him, to soak him in, only to go home and have to satisfy herself. She desperately hoped that wouldn't be her fate tonight.

He chuckled at her comment. "We make quite a team, don't we? That's why I wanted to give you something special tonight." Standing up, he stared at her as he stepped in front of her. Looming over her, Junior's dark brown eyes stared into hers and she melted inside. Mannie licked her lips preparing for his kiss when she felt something pressed into her hand.

She looked down and saw a silver brooch with sparkling "MU" letters sitting in her palm. She stared at it for a few seconds not knowing what to think, then it sank in and her heart sank. "It's not a lot, but I wanted to give you something to show how much I appreciate what you've done for the university," Junior said proudly. He smiled so broadly at her that it became deeply clear to her that he didn't have a clue. 

Half-smiling back, Mannie closed her hand around the brooch and turned around. Her mind swam as she stepped forward. Why was this happening? She wasn't being subtle. She was practically throwing herself at him. What would it take to get Junior's attention? The closer she got to the door, the more angry and frustrated she got about what was happening. And the more frustrated she got, the more she knew she had to do something about it. It seemed like an eternity for her to reach the door, but by then she had made a decision.

Mannie locked the door.

Spinning around, Mannie strode quickly across the room again to Junior still standing by the desk. He had been watching her go and now had a slightly bemused look on his face as she returned. She didn't care about that. Or his look of extreme surprise as she grabbed the back of his head and planted the deepest, most passionate kiss she had ever imagined on him. Her tongue danced inside his mouth as he leaned into her and moaned.

Pressing her advantage, Mannie put her hand on his thigh and grabbed the inside of his leg. Working her way up his leg, she found his erection and pressed into him through his jeans. Still frantically kissing him, her hand plunged down the front of his jeans, grasping his cock and squeezing as hard as she could.

Junior pulled away from the kissing and gasped. She gave him another hard squeeze and was delighted when he moaned deeply in return. Gaining confidence, she used her free hand to unzip his pants and free his manhood. He tried to kiss her again, but she had other plans now and held him at bay. Leading him by his penis, she positioned him at the end of the desk, facing it, while she stood behind him. She pulled his cock down against the side of the desk as she bent him over the desktop. She could tell he wasn't entirely comfortable with his new situation, but she was lost in one of her dominatrix fantasies now.

Keeping one hand on his dick, she pulled his pants down with the other hand. Bending down behind him, she admired his beautiful ass, his balls, his taint, the whole view. Still grabbing his member between his legs, she licked the back of his thigh and smiled at the small jump it elicited from Junior in response. Nibbling lightly on an ass cheek, she pulled down on his erection, working him up and down. He moaned and writhed pleasantly as she brought him closer and closer to climax. Tugging harder and faster, she bit him harder as he started to orgasm, still milking his pecker as the cum shot down his leg.

Mannie stopped to catch her breath and survey what she had done. Globs of cum were resting on Junior's inner leg. His pants rested around his ankles. His ass quivered in post-orgasmic delight. He lay gasping on the desk, unsure of what just happened. What had she done to him? She wasn't sure what came over her to do that. But she did know she liked it very much. And she knew she wanted more.

Rising, she grabbed Junior's still shocked head by the hair and dragged him off of the desk and onto his knees on the floor. Leaning against the desk herself, Mannie reached under her dress to pull her panties aside and pressed his face deep into her crotch. He pulled back with shock, but she held his head firmly until his tongue flicked out into her pussy, sending a wave of pleasure up her spine and a moan escaped from her throat. 

He licked her slowly at first, then more aggressively, exploring every bit of her cunt. Running across her clit, sucking on her lips, penetrating inside her, his tongue became more and more hungry as the ecstasy grew inside her. With her legs quivering, she grasped the desk with both hands to steady herself against the onslaught.

Junior settled into alternately sucking and flicking his tongue across her clit, eliciting moans of delight from Mannie as she involuntarily pressed her hips forward into him. His tongue danced faster across her clit and an orgasm rocked her body accompanied by the loudest moan she had ever made. Relentlessly, he continued to play with her, sending new waves of pleasure through her and another orgasm, then another. She closed her eyes and lost all sense of place, only aware of the bliss radiating through her from her pussy. It was beautiful.

She came back to earth as she slid down the side of the table, exhausted and spent. Junior sat next to her against the desk, panting and seemingly confused. Using what little energy she had, she leaned against him and put an arm around him. "What do you think of that?" she said.

Staring into space, he replied, "I don't think I'm gay anymore."

Unable to hold back, Mannie laughed loudly.



Flipping the Switch



"Beg me," he ordered, licking the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met.

"Master...please...I-I-I...."

"You can do better than that," he whispered, purring softly in her ear. 

"Master...hurt me...please." She trembled.

"You want me to hurt you?" he prodded.

"Yes...any way you want...please."

"Please, what?" He was enjoying her torment.

"Please, Master. Please hurt me!" Her voice rose in desperation. 

He grinned. Now he could really have fun. He quickly untied her hands and feet from the bed, leaving the cuffs in place. He dragged her by her hair to the edge of the bed and pulled her to her feet. He slapped her face hard, first on one side and then the other. She felt her knees get weak. Roughly, he shoved a large ball gag in her mouth and buckled it tightly in place. He locked her wrist cuffs into the chains that hung from the hooks in the ceiling, stretching her arms high over her head. He forced her legs apart and shoved a large dildo deep inside her pussy. She moaned loudly behind her gag. He thrust a larged, lubed plug in her ass. She jumped, and he smacked her hard on the left buttock. 

"Be still!" he ordered, ramming the plug into place, heedless of her whimpers. 

Satisfied that he had both her holes filled and stretched, he looped a length of rope around her waist and between her legs to hold the toys in place. She gasped when he pulled it tight between her thighs, pushing both dildo and plug even farther inside. He tied the rope off and checked its tautness. He attached her ankle cuffs to the spreader bar and stood back to survey his handiwork. Miranda looked so incredibly submissive, bound from the ceiling, spread, stretched, and crotch-roped. She was only missing one thing. He retrieved a pair of nipple clamps and reached around her bound body to attach them. She gasped as they bit into her tender, erect nipples. 

He picked up the flogger and struck her across her upper back in one smooth motion. She flinched, more in surprise than anything else. He flogged her back, her ass, and her thighs, and she sighed happily. She felt herself being lulled into complacency and thought to herself, Well, this isn't so bad. He saw her body relax, was waiting for it, in fact. The next blow literally stole her breath away. She felt like she'd been hit in the back with a two-by-four. The next strike, across the spot where her ass met her thighs, was even harder. Her knees buckled, and she'd have fallen were it not for the chains holding her up. 

What followed was the most intensely painful flogging she'd ever received. It was more vicious than she could've ever imagined. Every single blow ripped her breath from her lungs. She tried, pridefully, to remain silent, but after while, stoicism began to seem a rather lame virtue. She screamed behind her gag, long, heart-rending screams. With each hard, cruel strike that landed on her pale skin, she begged him for mercy, but, true to his word, he ignored her. 

When he finally stopped, her entire backside was covered with large, angry red welts, and bruises were already beginning to form. She was grateful for the momentary respite. She gasped for breath as he walked in front of her. Without warning, he wrapped both hands around her throat and squeezed. She struggled uselessly against him, trying in vain to draw air past her lips. Inky spots swam before her eyes, and she wobbled on her feet, dangerously close to fainting. Just before she lost consciousness, he released his choke hold and ripped the clamps from her nipples. She tried to scream, but couldn't. Her entire body was nothing but fiery red agony. She wheezed, trying to catch her breath. 

He stood, watching her gasp and choke and tremble. He released her arms from the ceiling and her legs from the spreader bar. With astonishing speed, he produced two more lengths of rope. He bound first one of her breasts and then the other. She squealed in anguish. Her aching breasts were wrenched cruelly with the rope, and they quickly grew purple and engorged. He gave them a squeeze, and she shrank away. He grabbed her roughly by her bruised breasts and pulled her towards him.

"Don't you ever pull away from me," he growled. She hung her head. He guided her over to the bed and pushed her facedown onto the mattress. She screamed behind her gag as she felt her full weight resting on her swollen breasts. He untied the crotch rope and pulled it free. The dildo in her wet pussy popped out immediately. He pulled her arms behind her and joined the cuffs she wore. He bent her legs at the knees, looped the length of rope through the rings on her wrist and ankle cuffs, and pulled tight, securing her in a hog-tie. For a moment, she was relieved that her weight no longer rested on her distended breasts, but the cramps in her back muscles began almost immediately. 

He jerked the butt plug out and tossed it aside. He maneuvered her bound legs so that his cock could reach her tight little anus. Surprisingly enough, he took his time sliding it inside her. Despite the throbbing pain in her arms and back and the dull ache in her breasts, she felt a little frisson of pleasure run through her body when he was fully inside her. He withdrew, then slowly eased back inside her tight ass. She felt so good. He thrust in and out, working them both into a frenzy. She tried to push back against him, but couldn't. He fucked her ass with slow, deliberate strokes. She mewled behind her gag. He felt her tighten around him, and he reached up to grab her hair. He pulled her head back and pounded her ass, thrusting deeper and harder with every stroke. Her moans became louder and more intense, and she felt herself on the brink of orgasm again. She tried to beg to cum behind her gag, but nothing even remotely intelligible came out. He fucked her deep and hard and finally exploded inside her. The final thrust sent her over the edge, and she climaxed as well. 

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass. He released her from the hog-tie and rolled her over on her back, her hands still cuffed behind her. He unbuckled the gag and pulled it out of her mouth.

"You came without permission, didn't you?" He looked at her with accusing eyes.

"Yes," she whispered. He slapped her hard.

"Yes, what?" he snarled. 

"Yes, Master." She cowered under his gaze. 

"You'll be punished, then."

"But, Master, I tried to ask for--"

"Shut up!" He squeezed her still-bound breasts brutally, and the rest of what she was going to say was lost in the tormented cry that was torn from her lips. 

"You know better than to argue with me."

He stood, leaving her lying on her back in the middle of the bed. He picked up the belt she'd whipped him with the night before. 

"You remember this, don't you?" he asked.

Miranda's eyes widened in genuine fear. He pinned her body to the bed with his. He raised the belt and brought it back down on the tender flesh of her inner thigh. She tried to raise up off the bed, but his weight held her down. He struck her again and again, raising large, red welts on the insides of her thighs.

"Stupid cunt," he growled at her. 

She screamed in misery, in despair. He whipped her for what seemed like forever. When he finally finished, he untied her breasts and removed her blindfold. He slapped her left breast, and she flinched. He slapped the other one harder. He grasped both nipples between his fingers and twisted them cruelly. He pulled them so that they stood out away from her body and pinched. She screamed again. When he finally finished brutalizing her breasts, his cock was once again rock-hard. He held her down to the bed with one hand by her throat and fingered her slit with the other. 

He pressed down hard on her throat, severely restricting her breathing. She choked and gagged. His finger on her clit pushed her dangerously close to orgasm. He stroked her clit until he felt her tighten, a moment away from cumming; then, he removed both his fingers from her cunt and his hand from her throat. She gasped for breath and ground her hips uselessly. She knew without question that he was going to deny her the privilege of orgasm. 

He positioned himself between her thighs and impaled her with his cock. She stiffened.

"Do you really think you're going to be allowed to cum, you worthless little bitch?" he asked.

She shook her head. He pounded away mercilessly at her soaking pussy.

"Filthy cunt," he snarled. "You're a worthless slave. I should sell you to someone else, someone who's willing to put up with you."

He looked up into her eyes and saw the terror there. He fucked her hot, slick pussy ruthlessly.

"But you know what? No one would have you. I doubt I could even give you away," he growled. 

He kept up his relentless onslaught of her tight, dripping cunt.

"I should just kill you when I finish with you. No one would know. No one would even notice that you were gone. Insignificant little whore."

He could see that his words cut deep. She looked at him with such desolation that his heart broke for her. He almost stopped, but he remembered how she'd begged him for this in her email. She needed it. He hammered away at her pussy, bruising her cervix. He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. 

"Slut. You're not even worth having my cum inside you."

With that, he pulled out of her wetness and spewed his seed all over her stomach. He rose up off the bed and headed for the door. He didn't even cast a backwards glance at her.

"You disgust me," he snarled at her, tossing the words back over his shoulder before he closed the door.

The slamming of the door reverberated in her ears. Miranda fought back the urge to cry, willed the tears not to fall. She prayed fervently that he hadn't meant what he said. When he didn't return in the next few minutes, she turned over on her side and concentrated on a spot in the wall--anything to distract her. She felt her heart breaking a little more with each passing second. 

Finally, the door opened. She didn't turn over to look at him. He unbuckled the cuffs from her hands, freeing her arms, and rolled her over facing him. She closed her eyes. He looked at her for a moment and then gathered her limp body in his arms. He held her tightly and gave her the gentlest of kisses. Their lips met; their tongues entwined. 

That broke her. The tears burst forth in great, heaving sobs. He held her close to him, crooning softly in her ear. She cried and cried, and he quietly reassured her. He stroked her hair, her face, and her back and let her weep until she had no tears left. Then, he brushed her hair back and tilted her head up so that she was looking at him. She met his eyes. 

"H-how'd you know?" she whispered.

"I checked my email," he answered with a grin.

She gave a soft, shaky little chuckle.

He turned to the bedside table and retrieved a towel he'd dampened with warm water in the bathroom. He tenderly began to wipe away the sticky mess of his sperm that he'd left on her stomach. When he was sure he'd gotten it all, he laid the towel aside and went back to stroke her stomach. His hand slowly trailed lower, between her legs. He separated her wet folds with his fingers. She gasped when he slid two fingers inside her. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. 

"Master, please..." she whispered.

"You don't have to ask permission now," he told her. "Just cum for me, slave."

She did. She came hard and fast. He fingered her drenched little pussy to two more orgasms before he eased between her legs. His cock was hard again, and he thrust it inside her. He wanted to fuck her hard, but restrained himself, hoping to get as many orgasms out of Miranda as he possibly could. He thrust in and out, back and forth, touching her aching cervix with every stroke. She gasped as another orgasm wracked her body. He leaned over to kiss her gently and felt her tighten around him at this new angle. He tried to control himself, but she felt so good. He began thrusting harder, deeper inside her. He kissed her again, and she kissed back fiercely. She threw her arms around his neck and clung tightly to him as yet another orgasm raced through her. Her muscles squeezed his cock so hard that it made it difficult for him to move inside her. He was fucking her with wild abandon now, ravaging her soaked pussy. He drew a sharp breath and exploded inside her. She came again on his final thrust, so hard that she squirted a fine, warm spray of liquid down his balls. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her yet again. They both lay still for a moment, panting. He slowly disengaged himself from her and stood. 

He helped her to her feet and guided her into the living room. He sat down on the couch, and she started to kneel at her customary place at his feet. He stopped her.

"No, my pet. You've earned your place in my lap for the day."

He watched as her face turned a barely discernible shade of pink. He laid her down on the couch next to him and eased her head into his lap. He cuffed her hands back together in front of her, not to restrain her, but because he knew how safe and secure the bonds made her feel. 

"Miranda," he whispered, stroking her long, dark hair, "my slave."

He listened to her coo as she lovingly rubbed her cheek against his thighs. She dropped a gentle kiss on his stomach and beamed up at him. He smiled back. She purred. All was right with the world.