Page 64 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Two

? Twenty minutes later, I sit at the edge of the bed in only my stockings, braless with rubber-tipped chain clamps, all other clothes and the plug removed. I nibbled my bottom lip, head and eyes lowered, strapped down by her explicit instruction to wait.

Mistress Ella moves around the room, and the minutes tick by. I swear it’s for no other purpose than to prolong the anticipation.

She steps in front of me and turns my face up toward hers. “Hello, Pet.”

My nose scrunches in happiness. “Mistress Ella.”

“You know what comes next.”

“The strap, Ma’am.” Her finger runs down my throat.

“Put it on.”

“May I touch you, Mistress?”

She nods and I take advantage to boldly open her shirt and pull it down her shoulders, running my fingers down the curve of her breast. Revealing a dark red corset top with black lace that barely covers her nipples.

I run my fingers up her sides again and lean in to place a kiss between her breasts, my tongue brushing over the rapidly fading surgical scar. “You healed well,” I whisper.

She hums in approval, her fingers sink into my hair. “Yes, Pet.”

“I love that you’re still so sensitive.” My tongue runs over her nipple, I pull it into my mouth, sucking hard and nipping with my teeth, fishing for a reaction.

Her grumble is part lustful, part restrained. I repeat the touch, only to receive a tug on my hair pulling me away for my transgression.

I cease my teasing, not wanting to push her further, and reach next to me for the strap. Placing it on my thighs, I reach for the waistband of her pants, pulling them past her hips and letting them pool to the floor.

Her hand rests on my shoulder as she steps out, one foot at a time. I lean in and pull them aside, her cock a breath away from my mouth. I resist the urge to wrap my lips around her; that would most likely earn myself a punishment.

Glancing up at her, I sigh, knowing there will be no room to give tonight. Softness would come later. Submitting to my torment, I silently make quick work of my task, adjusting and snapping the straps around her.

“Do you like what you see, Pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, my cheeks flushed under her pleased smile.

“Well, you know that doesn’t really matter, because you won’t see it for long. I’m about to make you feel this for the next week.” Ella pulls me to my feet and turns me to face the bed. “Present.”

Whining in frustrated desire, I press my knees to the edge of the bed, bending forward and leaning on my elbows. My eyes close, her hands run down my back and over the curve of my hips.

Mistress presses her body against mine, I shudder but don’t move from my position.

Her foot kicks mine, shifting my feet into position.

I worry my lip and resist the urge to squirm against her as she slicks lube on my back entrance, lining the strap and pressing forward.

Only enough to tease but not sate my desire.

This is about hers.

Pleasing her is what I want before my own pleasure.

My back arches when she pushes forward, slowly filling me with both her cock and strap. I moan and tighten against the intrusion, feeling almost too full. It leaves me thankful for the tormenting plug she required me to wear today to see her.

“Oh, Mis-tress.” My breath hitched, fingers tightened for purchase in the blanket. My thighs shake as she sinks deeper and my pussy tightens around her. I feel the wetness run down my thighs.

Her hips rock into me, my eyes close on a moan with each slow stroke of her shaft filling me full. "That’s my good girl. Buck against me like the good whore you are. When you scream for me, be proud of those. They bring me great pleasure."

I press my forehead against my hands, each thrust back is coupled with a whine. My back bows when she grinds her hips against my ass and makes me feel each inch of her cock in my pussy, and the even deeper stretch of her strap-on in my ass.

“Fuck,” Ella groans behind me, her fingers leave my hips, and she pulls me up by my shoulders.

Her nails dig into my forearms and leave me helpless to her bruising thrusts.

“Such a good Pet. Taking all the cock I give her.” One sharp snap of a thrust from her hips and she sinks inside me to the hilt.

My muscles clench at the brutal intrusion.

My mouth opens wide with a silent scream. Each thrust brings me higher and closer to my release. “Please,” I whine, my clit throbbing for attention. “It’s too much.”

Mistress Ella releases one of my arms, her hand coming down hard to slap against my ass, then thigh. “You’ll take what I give and thank me, won’t you, Harper?”

Nodding frantically, I move my free hand from the bed to my thigh. My fingers pinch into the skin, resisting the urge to relieve the ache between my thighs.

Another smack to my ass causes me to cry out, bucking against her when she stills, filling me embarrassingly full. Her shaft throbs against the sensitive spot inside me.

“Please, please. Mistress,” I moan tearfully. “Plea-ease come.”

Her thrusts slow, pulling back until my pussy is left empty, my muscles contracting, begging for the stretch and burn. Ella’s movements behind me are slow, the snap of the strap buckle clicks against my thigh, and she steps back to leave my need and debasement on display for her pleasure.

“Please, what, Pet?”

“I want your cum.”

She eases the strap from my ass, letting it fall to the floor, then steps behind me again. I look over my shoulder, anxiously waiting for her next move. Looming over me and stroking my desire and lube over her shaft. “Do you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” My eyes close at her teasing swipe against my clit, my hips rocking of their own accord.

“Hmm,” she hums and palms my ass. She settles against me, several tormenting swipes across my clit before pressing her cock against my slick, tight ring.

"Please," I beg, my juices dripping down my thighs as she slips the tip of her cock into my ass, teasing and filling my soon to be sore anus. I cry out for more, desperate to feel every brutal inch split me wide. “Ella, pleaseeee.”

"You know better, brat. Say it."

I groan, my face flushes as the tears fall. Moaning, I press my face into the mattress. “Please, Mistress. Please, fill my ass with your cock.”

My head gets pulled back, the chain to the nipple clamps digging into my tender nipples, not letting go. “ My ass,” Ella purrs possessively. I cry out when her hands dig into my flesh—one to my hip, the other to my shoulder, my pussy clenches wetly, desperate for release.

“Oh fuck, yes, Mistress.” My eyes roll back as I take every inch as it splits me wide, my muscles tightening. “Pl—”

“Don't you dare.”

I whimper at the denial. Clenching my jaw with a groan, my thighs spread further apart only to give her deeper access to my humiliation.

“Your orgasms are mine.” I shudder, my fingers pull at the soft blanket on the bed. “Look at you, bent over, begging for my cock. Do you deserve my cum?”

I turn and look over my shoulder at her, desperate for more. I should worry about the sadistic look in her eyes, but it just makes my pussy ache. “Please, Ma’am.” I boldly rotate and rock my hips back. I cry out when her cock bottoms out inside me. “I need it, please.”

Her fingers grip my hips, daring me to move away.

"You wanted it. Every fucking inch is in my whore's ass.

" Her fingers dig into the cheeks of my ass and spread them wide, pulling me back to take her length all the way to the base.

"Fuck, even now, you're strangling my cock for more.

Fu-ck. Whose ass is this?" Without speaking, her hand drops sharply on my red cheeks. "Whose ass is this!" she demands.

"Yours Mistress, oh fuck. Please… my ass. I need to come, plea—" My back arches as my eyes roll upwards. I can feel her grab onto my arm, roughly pulling me up until I feel her breasts against my back.

"I have every intention, Pet." My fingers ball into fists as she reaches for the clamps, opening them both to send a rush of blood back to the too-sensitive buds.

A whimpering whine falls from my lips. It takes effort not to move and writhe beneath her.

"Don't move," Mistress warns. My body shakes because I know what's coming. "You can come as much as you want once these are on, but only when they’re on." My core clenches, and I dig my fingers into my slick thighs, pressing my breasts together for her next bit of welcome torture.

"Oh god."

"Those aren't the magic words."

"Please, may I wear your jewelry, Mistress?"

"Closer," she taunts me in my lust filled delirium.

I tip my head back against her shoulder, the muscles of my ass clench around the thickness of her cock as it throbs inside me. "Pl-please may I hurt,” I pant, “for you, Mistress—OH fuck!" She thrust her cock inside me as a painful reminder. "It would please me to hurt for you. Thank You!"

"Hmmm, good girl." With a smirk, she jerks her hips against me again, sending the sensitive nerves alight. Her laughter is dark in my ear as my body responds unhindered against my mind, which isn’t ready to submit just yet.

She warned me to wait but I clench in desperation around her cock, much to my humiliation.

My fingers dig into my thighs, forcing me to keep my position. I know what's coming and it pushes me to the edge of my tolerance.

Exactly where she wants me.

Both clover clamps are placed on my nipples, the pads dig into my flesh and it isn't until the chain hangs down that I feel the weight of their cruelty. The orgasm that rolls through me bolts lightning to all my senses and I feel nothing but white, hot want.

Mistress tangles her fingers in my hair, fisting to keep me tight against her, watching me closely as I come down from the first of many orgasms.