Page 49 of Blood as Sweet as Roses

Paige

“Yes, sir,” I reply, obeying quickly. I’m eager to show everyone how well I serve her. The bed is soft enough to be easy on my wrists and knees, but firm enough that I’m not sinking into it.

She circles me, looking at me like she’s a wolf and I’m a lamb. The tension is so thick you could slice it with a knife.

“Stick that nice ass out for me,” she hums.

Oh, yes…I arch my back, anticipating what will come next.

Crimson stops directly behind me. I can’t see her, but I can feel her pull my satin dress up.

She clicks her tongue in disapproval. “I thought I said no panties.”

My pussy quivers under her intense scrutiny. “I’m sorry, my king.”

“You know what this means,” she says, her stern voice ringing out through the room for everyone to hear. “I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Yes, sir,” I answer, trembling. I turn my head to see her bending over me, and with a dramatic flourish, she slices through my lace panties with her fangs.

I gasp as I’m exposed to her, and to everyone watching. The idea of them all seeing me, flush and pink, wet and ready, is almost too much to bear…

But I don’t have time to think about it, because her cold hands are already on my ass, rubbing and squeezing, readying me…

“Will you take your punishment like a good girl?” she asks.

“Yes, sir…ah!” my words are cut off by the sharp, hard sting of her palm against my bare skin.

Blood rushes to my cheeks as well as my ass…I’m embarrassed that I shouted, and I try to quiet myself and show her that I can take whatever she gives me…

Oh, but it’s hard…her spanks come quickly, rhythmically, with barely any time to recover in between. Just when I think I’ve gotten used to the sensation, she stops, and she puts a firm finger to my aching pussy, caressing me.

I moan, unable to keep my pleasure to myself.

“You’re enjoying your punishment, aren’t you?” she says. I can’t see her, but I can hear the villainous smirk in her voice. “You’re nice and wet for me.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, breathlessly.

“Can you take more?”

“I can take everything you give me, my king.”

“Good,” she purrs. “Because I have a lot more for you tonight, sweet one.”

I’m glowing, that she used my pet name in front of everyone. I can feel their gazes on us, see their wide eyes in the hazy golden light. There’s a soft moan as someone comes, sinking deeper into one of the couches.

I hear a low clicking sound, and turn to see Crimson opening a dark chest beside the bed. I hadn’t noticed it before. It’s too low to see everything inside, but I instantly flush when she pulls out a slim leather flogger with a wide, flat end.

She stands over me, brandishing the flogger in a firm hand, an expression of devious delight on her face. Despite my trembling, I push my ass further up in the air toward her.

“Ten strokes,” she declares. I feel the cool leather as she caresses my thighs with its flat end, moving up toward my ass. “Count them.”

“Yes, si-”

But my words are cut off by the first swing. It stings against my already-sensitive backside, but it’s not too bad.

“One,” I say, swallowing thickly, aware of all of the eyes on me, of how my submission is on display.

It comes down again, a little firmer this time.

“Two,” I whisper.

Again, the crisp sound rings out through the room.

“Three…ah, four…”

Each stroke is heavier, sharper, quicker. I find myself sinking into a new state of consciousness, thoughts leaving my head, worries disappearing into the hazy, thick atmosphere…

“Five,” I moan, fisting the red velvet bedspread. My arms and legs are shaking, but I can’t waver.

“Only half way through,” she croons. My thighs are slick with fluid. Adrenaline surges through my veins, and unbearable anticipation heats my core. It’s difficult to know if my trembling is due to the impact of the leather against my ass, or the force of her calm, dominant presence.

She has to know that I’m her’s. She has to know that I belong completely to her, would take anything for her…

“Thank you, my king,” I answer. “Please, I can take…more…”

“Good girl,” she hisses. “I love to watch you take it. Show everyone how you submit to me.”

She cracks the flogger down again, the sweet sting electrifying me.

“Six!” I shriek. Another. “Seven!”

Although it takes everything I have, I push my ass and thighs up higher, surrendering my face and chest onto the bed.

“Eight,” I moan, my pussy throbbing with need. Is it possible to come while being flogged? To come from the penetrating heat of her…“Nine!”

“Scream for me,” she commands.

The flogger lands one final time, hard and fast. Pain shoots through me, bringing stars to my eyes.

“Ten!” I shout, feeling myself coming undone.

But she’s not finished. Not even close.

She steps closer, and puts the leather end of the flogger to my slick, glistening lips. I gasp at the cool touch against my sensitive, electrified pussy. She caresses me with it, moving it through the valleys of my lips, teasing my aching clit…

I moan. I feel so empty, so needy…

Then I hear the whisper of a familiar voice in the audience.

I look out, and see Sabina, sitting on a nearby couch, her intense stare trained on me.

There’s a sly smile across her face and a hungry expression in her eyes.

I can see the pebbled, firm nipples under her tight catsuit.

The idea that watching me is turning her on doubles my pleasure, and brings the blood to my cheeks.

She tilts her head slightly when she notices me looking. Her lips curl upward, knowingly.

A sharp sting against my pussy brings me back to the present. I shriek, tears coming to my eyes at the unexpected punishment.

“Focus,” demands Crimson.

“I…I’m sorry, my king,” I answer, weakly.

“You’ll pay for that, sweet one,” she answers tauntingly, with a wicked laugh. “I was going to use the smaller one, but…” There’s a tinkling sound, and I turn around to see her pulling her leather harness up onto her hips.

My eyes widen. She has another dildo attached to it, but this one is larger than before, a deep maroon colour, with ridges along it. I can’t imagine how it could possibly fit inside me, but I know I need it.

“Oh…” I sigh, swooning at the sight.

“Will you take all of it, for your king?” she asks, with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes,” I answer immediately. “Yes, sir.”

Using all of my remaining strength, I push myself onto my wrists and wiggle closer to her. Her hips are level with mine, and she reaches forward to take them.

She pulls me closer, thrusting forward, and I feel myself being entered. The tip of her dildo is cold, smooth, hard…it forces me open, inching deeper inside…

I can’t stop the guttural, primal moan that aches through me. It’s uncomfortable, being stretched like this, but it’s also deeply satisfying to be filled so completely, to be stretched to my limits.

She moves her hips out, then works the dildo back in again, a little faster this time. I wish I could see her, but instead I have a view of the audience that watches us, my pleasure reflected back in their eyes, erect nipples and cocks, their quickly moving fingers and mouths…

My head spins as Crimson thrusts inside me again. She unleashes a deep moan of pleasure, and I feel a tremendous sense of joy at the thought of pleasing her.

I arch my back, moving along with her, inching her inside of me even though it’s overwhelming, even though it lights every nerve in my body on fire.

And she growls, pushing deeper into me, her movements becoming more animalistic, more wild.

“Good girl,” she growls, her hands on my hips. “Come and get it.”

I love her like this. I match her speed and intensity, until finally she’s deep inside of me, slamming that button of pleasure at my center.

“Please,” I beg, fisting the bedcovers in my shaking fingers. “Please, sir, can I come?”

“Not yet,” she answers, her voice husky and deep. “First, answer me: who owns your pain?”

“You do, my king!” I answer, desperate for release.

“And who owns your pleasure?”

“You, sir!” I sob, my thighs slick and trembling.

“Then come for me.”

I scream with wild abandon as I come, waves washing over me like a tsunami, powerful and unceasing. I feel the walls of my pussy squeeze against the firm dildo. Crimson slows her pace, but stays inside me, working me through my orgasm in a steady rhythm.

I surrender down to the plush bedspread, my cheek against the velvet, panting, sore, spent…there’s a layer of sweat across my skin, and a damp strand of hair against my temple.

Crimson, still inside me, bends down and pushes it out of my face with a chilly finger. Then she kisses my temple, her lips unbearably gentle. I heave a sob, overwhelmed by the tenderness in her touch.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, sweet one,” she says.

Then she licks my forehead, moaning at the taste of my salty skin. Another desire flickers in my belly. The desire to be penetrated in a different way, to be tasted…

“I…I only want to serve you,” I whisper, breathlessly, my eyelashes fluttering as I gaze up at her. I arch my back slightly, taking her dildo deeper so that my ass presses firmly against her stomach and hips. “In every way, my king…”

A low, animal growl rises up from her, thickening the air around us. She hitches the leather dildo, teasing my G-spot, and I respond with a needy moan.

Then, she pulls me up onto my knees by the throat.

I shout as the angle of the dildo inside me changes, but the discomfort is delicious and my clit swells again.

She presses her body up against me from behind, one hand around my neck, firmly caressing the tender skin there.

Her raw power is ferocious, terrifying, and thrilling…

With her other hand she pulls up my dress, showing off my exposed, dripping pussy to the watching crowd. Then her fingers trail down my stomach and to my slit, sliding up and down my slippery folds.

This is pure pleasure, and I close my eyes, my head lolling back.