“Rian, I have to tell you, I feel sexy as hell in this, but getting it on was hard. I wasn’t sure where the straps all went at first. Next time, I’d love for you to help me.”

“Maybe I will if you’re not being punished. I need you to come to me and stand right here,” I said, pointing to a spot about six inches from me. Gianna complied instantly. When she stopped, I gave her my next command.

“You’re to stand perfectly still—no moving, touching, or asking for anything. I’m the one who decides what happens or doesn’t. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she said softly.

With her consent, I proceeded. I slowly circled her.

I knew her. It would make her crazy not to watch what I was doing and not to ask for or touch.

I ran my fingertips all over her upper body to push her to break the rule.

I outlined her tits, drawing circles around her mounds until I was just about to touch her taut nipples then I stopped.

She whimpered but didn’t speak. Running them down her torso, I teased her belly button.

She squirmed. One night, I discovered that she was very ticklish there, and it made her nuts to have anyone touch it. I kept it up until she was shaking.

“Don’t move,” I ordered.

Next, I moved to her sides and around to her backside.

I heard her disappointed hum. She wanted me to touch her pussy, but not yet.

I caressed her neck, shoulders, and down her back.

I did it over and over until I eventually touched her ass cheeks.

They were plump and begging for my touch.

I had plans for that ass. I squeezed both.

Then, I kicked her legs wider apart. It gave me room to run my fingers down the crack of her ass and to the front where her clit was.

She was slick with her cum. The heat coming off her pussy was noticeable. When I grazed her clit, she cried out.

I feathered my fingers away to her inner thighs.

I continued this for a while, the whole time dying to bend her over and fuck her raw.

My cock was leaking precum into my pants.

I was in nothing but a pair of jeans. I stood behind her, touching her puckered asshole and her clit while reaching around and fiddling with her piercings on her nipples.

Her breathing and the sounds she made told me she was close.

I pushed her right to the edge of an orgasm, then stopped and walked away.

It was hard to do. I felt like my cock would break off in my pants.

“Rian, no!” she said, then bit her lip.

“Ah, see, you were doing so well. I was nice. I overlooked those sounds you made and the small wiggles, but this is blatant disobedience. I think we should begin the main event. Come here,” I gestured to her.

She sauntered toward me. I took her hand and led her to the St. Andrew’s Cross. I heard her whimper, but it wasn’t in fear.

“Face the cross and spread your arms and legs for me,” I demanded.

She did it. But I had to press her against it.

There were metal protrusions on it. They weren’t sharp, but were contact points to rub her body.

Working at my speed, I secured her ankles first. Then I took care of her wrists.

The restraints were made of leather, but the insides were lined with a soft material.

I didn’t want them to chafe her skin. Those weren’t the marks I wanted to see on her gorgeous skin.

Once I had her in place, I went to the small fridge hidden in a cabinet.

I removed the bottle I wanted. Grabbing a pair of latex gloves, I came back to her.

I opened the bottle, poured some liquid into my hands, and then I massaged her ass with it.

When it was coated, I did the same to her tits, concentrating on her nipples and then finally her pussy and asshole.

I didn’t waste time once it was applied.

I removed the gloves, threw them away, and returned the bottle to the fridge.

She’d watched the whole time over her shoulders.

I knew it was killing her not to ask what that was. Returning to her, I picked up a fur-lined paddle off the table next to the cross. Her eyes widened. Standing behind her, I spanked her left cheek lightly with it. She moaned. I did it to the other.

She was enjoying it, and I wanted it as I increased the power behind them.

I knew when she noticed the fire growing.

She muffled a hiss. I hit her cheek harder on both sides, then got a different toy.

This one was a broader, flexible leather flogger.

There was no fur on it. She cried out when I landed the first swipe on both cheeks simultaneously.

The more I hit the skin, the deeper it drove the ginger juice I’d rubbed on her.

The body temperature would make it spread and burn more, too. It would feel good until it didn’t.

As the fire raged, I made my swings harder.

I made sure to check in with her. “Gianna, if this is too much, say yellow or red. I’ll stop if it’s too painful.

However, if you can stand it, I promise it’ll make you come harder than ever.

Can you take it?” I wanted her to know she could stop me, but at the same time, I tried to push her not to quit, just to get away from it when she could take it.

It was a fine line, and I had to learn where hers was.

When she didn’t respond, I was proud of her. She remembered. “I give you permission to answer me when I ask things like this.”

She sighed. “Yes, I know I can. Keep going. I’m okay.”

I worked her with a kitty whip and the crop. I was saving the cane for a later date. This was a lot to introduce her to as a newbie. She’d confided to me that she’d never really explored impact play other than mild spanking. However, she was open to learning more.

At one point, I had to pause to remove my jeans.

They were killing my cock. When she saw I was naked, she moaned deeply.

Her eyes zeroed in on my cock, and she licked those lips of hers.

I’d love to have her suck me off right then, but it wasn’t what we were doing.

Later, in the next round, I’d have that mouth wrapped around my cock. It jerked in agreement with that idea.

Time slipped by as the intensity mounted.

She was now audibly whimpering, hissing, moaning, and then whining.

She was almost there. I’d checked with her twice more, and she’d told me to continue.

Her skin showed the beautiful red marks I’d placed on it.

I knew they’d be felt for a couple of days.

I loved the idea that she’d remember this and me every time she moved.

I wanted her to always think of me. I was obsessed with her, and I wanted her to be the same way about me.

A few spots looked like they might bruise a bit.

I’d take care of those with arnica cream, but not yet.

Finally, she broke. She would’ve crumpled to the floor if she hadn’t been cuffed to the cross.

Gianna moaned and pleaded. “God, it burns. I can’t stand this.

Make it stop, Rian. Please. My nipples are on fire, and so is my asshole and pussy.

And my ass feels like I won’t be able to sit for a month.

I’m sorry. I should’ve done as you asked.

I know I promised, but then I broke it. I’ll do anything. Just make it stop. I’m sorry!”

Her cream had run down onto her thighs. Yeah, she burned, but it was hard to know if it was more pain or pleasure. Tossing my crop aside, I walked up behind her. I placed kisses on her shoulders and up her cheek. She had her head turned with her eyes closed.

“You’ve done so good, a stór mo chroí . I’m so proud of you. And I have the cure for the burn,” I whispered.

As I did, I gripped my cock and found her entrance.

She gasped, and her eyelids flew open, and I thrust into her.

I did it in one hard thrust. She gave a strangled scream.

I would’ve loved to tease her more and take it slow, but I was too far gone.

I was so horny I was about to go insane.

I set up an almost savage pace. As I slammed into her, my pelvis hit her ginger-coated ass.

Yeah, it would cause me to burn, but I could take it.

Her pussy was hotter than I’d ever felt it.

She soaked my cock, and I hammered the head of my piercing into her special spot.

She came screaming, and wetness gushed down her legs.

Somehow I was able to hold off and continued to thrust while she squeezed the hell out of my cock.

I never slowed down even after she was through coming.

She was moaning, but I knew she wanted it by the way she would still thrust her ass back to meet my thrusts.

“Being with you is beyond heaven, Gianna. I want you night and day. Thank you for saying yes to being mine,” I whispered a few minutes later. I was there. Another two or three strokes, and I’d be sailing.

“I love you. I love you so much, Rian. We should’ve been together months ago. I’m ready to do it, Miele ,” she panted.

“Ready for what?” My brain wasn’t working.

“To have your baby. I said we’d talk after we dealt with Tobias. Well, he’s gone. I want your baby,” she cried.

That did it. I catapulted into an orgasm that tore a scream from me.

She joined me, and as she milked the cum from my balls, I almost blacked out.

It was the best orgasm of my forty years.

And I knew there would be many more. And now I had her agreement about getting her pregnant.

I’d get to work on that while she planned the wedding.