Chapter 8

The room wasdark and erotically gorgeous.

Todd preceded her into the room after setting her down outside, so she could take off her clothes. She'd walked in to find him adjusting what looked like a gynecologist's exam table, only this one had leather restraints where no true doctor's table would.

What really caught her attention was the floor-to-ceiling to that completely covered the far side of the room. No matter where they were in the room, at least one of them would be able to watch their reflections in the mirror. Suddenly, she realized the apparatus she must have been bent over the last time was facing that mirror. Todd would have been able to watch every facial expression, every twitch of her body as he'd caned her, and if she hadn't been blindfolded, she would have as well.

The beauty of such an arrangement stunned her, and she had the immediate desire to watch Todd wreaking his erotic havoc on her restrained and willing body.

Aware Todd had turned his attention to her, Allison ignored him and looked around the room. Since he hadn't calling her over, she assumed he was willing to indulge her curiosity and wanted to take advantage of it while she could.

The floor was hardwood, and a few places had what looked like bolts and rings drilled into it. The spacing of the rings seemed significant—no need to guess what their use might be. There were more rings hanging from the ceiling, some near the rings on the floor, others over other apparatus. There was something that looked like a cross between a gymnastics horse and a balance beam, both well padded. The thing she had been bent over last time looked like a massage table, with select sections cut out and redesigned, tilted forward to put the subject's ass in the air. Across the room was a wooden beam, polished smooth, with a narrow, rounded top, just below hip height. Along the walls were various instruments of torture—flogs, crops, canes—and the wall right next to her had an armoire, she was sure held even more. A Saint Andrew's cross was set up near where a multitude of whips were hanging, so Todd wouldn't have to step far away if he wanted to change what he was using.

There was nothing resembling a bed.

"So, what do you think?" Todd asked, leaning against the gyno table, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He'd taken off his shirt but was still wearing his jeans. He looked mouth-wateringly good but extremely intimidating.

"I think…" Allison looked around the room again. "I think we could spend a lot of time in here."

A wide, anticipatory grin spread across his face. "I think so, too." He patted the table next to him, and his voice lowered to a purr. "Now, get your pretty little ass over here."

She was too excited to argue, wondering what he was going to do, what would happen next. The table was set up sideways to the mirror, so she could watch if she wanted, but it would be from the side. Keeping her focus on him would be much more intimate and erotic. She was a little disappointed the mirror wouldn't be very useful this time around, but there would be plenty of other times.

Todd helped her up onto the table and her feet into the stirrups, putting her arms over her head and restraining them, so she was stretched out and her ass was just at the end of the table. He wrapped another leather strap around her ribcage, just underneath her stomach, and one around each thigh and ankle, completely immobilizing her. Allison shuddered at the smooth embrace of the leather around her body and limbs, loving the security of being wrapped up by Todd. It was strangely comforting for something that made her so vulnerable. Spreading the stirrups, Todd pushed her legs far apart until her muscles began to strain.

"That's enough," she said, pleading. "It hurts…"

He had spread her so wide, her pussy lips were gaping open, and her knees slightly pointed up to give him the best possible view of her vulnerable assets.

"Alright, Princess," he murmured, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. She knew he wasn't actually laughing at her, just at the fact she was complaining about it hurting when she knew more erotic punishment and pain would soon be on the way.

Adjusting a few levers, he secured the stirrups in that position, then went to get a gag, silencing any more protests or pleas. Taking one of her hands, he put a bean bag in it, curling her fingers around the malleable object.

"If you need to safeword, just drop this."

Her pulse spiked, and her eyes got big, pupils dilating. Allison always trusted Todd not to push her past her limits, and they'd had plenty of time to explore what those limits were. She rarely needed something extra when she was gagged, trusting he would know when to stop. The fact he was giving her a way to end their playtime, despite her gag, added a depth of vulnerability and anxiety that set her heart racing—especially since this wasn't a real punishment. Then again, he never gagged her when he was actually punishing her.

It might just be a prop to tantalize her mind. If so, it was working.

Allison quivered in her bonds, anticipation high. The bean bag pressed against the underside of her engagement ring, a symbol of his possession, reminding her, she and Todd were going to be doing this for the rest of their lives. It added an entirely new level of intimacy to the proceedings, making her ache inside with overwhelming joy. She wanted him to do this to her—possess her, feed the needs burning inside, no one else had ever seen or bothered to discover.

There was something so freeing about having no control, willingly giving it over to him. She walked to the table, put herself on it, and allowed him to secure her, making the choice to let him take her to a place of pain and pleasure.

With rounded hazel eyes, she watched as he walked over to the wall, choosing a whip. He picked one with multiple strands, long and flexible, one she hadn't seen before. Each rubber strand was about a foot long and made a whistling sound as he swung it experimentally through the air. Stopping at the armoire, he opened it and pulled out nipple clamps and a bottle of something she couldn't quite see from one of the drawers before coming back to her.

"This is going to be… interesting," he said, a glint in eyes that made her shiver with anticipation a person gets when they're about to have their curiosity satisfied. Setting the implements of torture on a small table next to her, he brushed one brown curl off her face, admiring her hazel eyes with their flecks of gold, filled with trust and anticipation. She was so beautiful… and all his. Gently he leaned over, and her eyelids fluttered shut. He kissed each one, and she moaned in the back of her throat.

Going to stand between her splayed thighs, he ran his fingers up her pussy, smiling as she attempted to arch her back to meet his hands and found she couldn't, thanks to the straps across her body and thighs. Her eyes pleaded for a firmer touch. She was already completely soaked, the smell of her arousal slowly filling the air around them.

Lowering his lips to that wet mouth, he gently blew on her heated flesh, making her moan as he teased her body. Lasciviously, he licked along the insides of her thighs, letting his tongue linger as he got closer to her swollen flesh. Little muffled noises begged him to come closer to her core. Ignoring her body's pleas, he spread her ass cheeks with his fingers and slipped his tongue into that confined space, wriggling the tip against her tight anus, awakening the nerve endings clustered there. Allison groaned and tried to heave her hips to get her body to open farther, so he could really lick that small hole… to no avail.

Her pussy was leaking like a sieve from his teasing, her lower body on fire with sexual hunger. The air was cool against her hard nipples, which were standing proud and neglected on her chest, begging for attention as much as the rest of her.

Moving up from her ass crack, he lapped up all the juices he encountered until his tongue delved between the swollen folds of her pussy. Allison wriggled her hips as much as she could, trying to get the most contact out of this teasing encounter. With a mischievous grin, he started to write out "I L-O-V-E Y-O-U" with his tongue on her sensitive flesh. Of course, Allison was too heated to realize what he was doing, but it got a satisfying reaction as his tongue made seemingly random dips and swirls against her hot flesh. She was sinking into a sea of sensuality, burning with rampant desire, she had lost complete control over. If she hadn't been gagged, she would have been begging him to fuck her.

When Todd moved away from her pussy, she wanted to scream with frustration. She'd been on the brink of an orgasm. If he'd just tapped her clit she would have exploded, but nothing touched that sensitive nub except the air from the room, leaving her to writhe with passionate longing. Watching her struggling against the bonds, trying to find satisfaction for her aching pussy, Todd smiled and picked up the bottle.

He squirted some of the oil onto his hands, and the smell of cinnamon filled the air. Standing between her legs, he was careful not to stand close enough, she could rub herself against him—just close enough to tease her with the idea. Reaching up to her gorgeous breasts, the heaving globes accepted his touch eagerly, her encouraging moans begging for more attention to her sensitive appendages.

At first, she thought that the sensation of tingling heat was coming from the friction of his hands on her breasts and her dire need for stimulation, but it soon became apparent her skin was actually heating. Her nipples were turning into burning torches on her skin, itching with the need to be pinched, sucked, abused. Without realizing, she was writhing as she made pitiful mewling noises, her sensitive breasts tormented by the oils sparking her nerve endings.

Arching her back as much as she could, she wailed behind her gag as she realized there was no relief from the tingling fire he'd created. He was going to tease and torment her before allowing her to find any kind of fulfillment. Todd grinned evilly at her despairing expression and pinched her nipples hard. The rough touch gave her a kind of satisfaction, and she writhed like a cat in heat, the biting pinch helping to push back some of the feverish need riding her.

Allison let out a muffled cry when he trailed his fingers down to her pussy, squirted more oil onto his hands, and began to rub it onto her smooth mons and down into her sensitive folds. Allison's eyes closed against the glee on his face, her focus on the devastating sensations he was creating in her body as she spasmed in the throes of erotic need.

She screamed with frustrated passion as he inundated her cunt with the oil, her body jerking as he slid two fingers into her hole, creating a burning path straight into her needy core. Another finger pressed into her tight ass, and she almost dropped the bean bag—not because she wanted to end what was happening but because her entire body was now spasming, her fingers flexing as her inner muscles clenched, trying to find release. Her insides were as boiling hot as her outside, and she could feel the heady rush of a climax quickly approaching.

Gripping the bean bag hard to make sure it wouldn't fall, Allison gave herself over to the thrust of his fingers, her entire body tensing as the throbbing orgasm burst and engulfed her. Todd rubbed and stroked her inside, the passionate climax doing nothing to quench the heat of the oil. She sobbed as her flesh became even more sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm. Everything felt twice as intense, the searing heat doubly punishing her sensitive nerves.

Todd stepped back for a moment and enjoyed watching her squirm, his dick rock hard as she pulled and struggled with her bonds and the burning passion. Her body was one big sexual itch, dying to be scratched, and she was helpless to do anything about it. Carefully, he wiped his hands off on her thighs, making another part of her tingle.

With lust in his eyes, Todd picked up the nipple clamps lying off to the side. He pinched and pulled at her nipples with his free hand, his ministrations making the little buds burn even more, before replacing his fingertips with the clamps. Less than a minute later, her breasts were both adorned with silver, the biting pain of the clamps actually doing quite a bit to counteract the burning the oil had kindled. It was a different kind of pain, although it didn't make her any less horny as the pain fed her pleasure.

Tears of sexual frustration leaking from her eyes, her pussy was hot and ready for stimulation—any kind of stimulation.

Todd picked up the whip.

SMACK!

Allison screamed as the rubber bit into her open pussy, a thousand angry bees stinging her open and vulnerable flesh. It hurt more than any other whip he'd used on her, the flexible strands slapping hard, and the biting pain sliced through the heat of the oil. As she struggled and thrashed, Todd admired the way her pussy had puffed up in response to the whip—rubber would smart, but it wouldn't damage her. He liked the way her hips thrust upward, despite the pain, as if she was asking for more.

So, of course, he felt the need to oblige.

THWACK!

Another scream behind the gag muffled into a high-pitched moan.

SMACK! CRACK! THWAP!

Rhythmically, he beat her pussy, careful not to hit her too hard and giving her a moment between landing blows. Occasionally, he would snap the whip at her breasts, turning the creamy undersides a light pink, coloring part of her stomach when the whip landed.

With every slap against the inflamed folds of her cunt, her pussy responded with more fluid, growing wetter and puffier, throbbing with exquisite pain and burning with unrelieved pleasure.

CRACK! SMACK!

The engorged bud of her clit was growing larger, and Todd amused himself, trying to land blows directly on it, giving Allison the sensation of buzzing pain, centered on her most sensitive organ. Her poor pussy gushed with fluid as she had a small orgasm, her cunt spasming emptily.

As she came down from the shuddering climax, she felt tired and weak, and the burning seemed to have lessened.

Todd stepped close again, putting the whip down. He stripped off his jeans, and Allison's heart jumped in the hope he was going to fuck her. Instead, he toyed with the clamps on her nipples, twisting them back and forth and tugging them, so the tender buds were stretched to their utmost limits. As she moaned and whimpered, he released her nipples from the tight confines of the clamps, then pinched and massaged them to encourage the renewal of blood circulation. Allison wailed as the pain spread through her, adrenaline pumping through her tired limbs and waking them.

Lowering his mouth, Todd sucked her sweet bud between his lips, simultaneously reaching a hand between her legs and sliding two fingers up and down the wet folds of her pussy before burying them in her hole. Almost against her will, tired as she was, Allison responded to the invasion, her hips lifting as much as possible, pressing her pussy against the palm of his hand. Alternating between nipples, sucking and biting them, he brought her sexual need back to a peak, her eyes sparkling with arousal as he masterfully manipulated her body's responses.

Beneath his hand, her pussy quivered with hunger, and her nipples popped in and out between his lips. When she began to heave beneath him, her body wriggling with renewed need, he knew it was time.

With one hard thrust, he buried himself, his hard groin slamming against the swollen, punished pussy folds. She yelped and thrashed as he fucked her, mercilessly riding her despite her abused pussy lips. His cock slid back and forth, stretching her ruthlessly, giving her no time to adjust as he dug his fingers into her hips and rutted with her with all the force of his own pent-up need.

The leftover oil in her pussy set his groin afire, and he groaned with the heat. The way she basked in his abuse of her body, her ecstatic clenching around his thrusting cock, left him no doubt she was his and always would be. As he fucked her, her hands twitched, and he saw glimpses of the ring on her finger, light glinting off the diamond every time he thrust into her. It only inflamed him more to see it on her hand, to know she had agreed to be his. His thrusts became harder, more demanding, guttural groans from the back of his throat rising as he invaded her bound body and felt her response.

Beneath this heady onslaught, Allison was thrilling to the sensation of having his cock moving inside her and the uncontrolled expression on his face as his rampant desire overtook him. With a cry, half-moan half-scream, Allison trembled as she reached the highest heights of her pleasure and tipped over. Her eyes fluttered, and a few tears leaked out as her body peaked, the ecstasy filling her up and overflowing, unable to come down from the pinnacle, forced to continue past the point of bearing by the pounding cock ravaging her body.

As Todd watched her face turn from ecstatic to agonized, as the force of her orgasm turned exquisitely painful, he could feel the rippling muscles of her pussy having their intended effect. Leaning forward, he used her hips as leverage to bury himself in her brutally hard, her muffled shrieks encouraging him as her breasts practically vibrated on her chest, jiggling so hard from the force and tempo of his thrusts.

Mine, mine, mine, mine… The word seemed to chant in his head with every spurt of his cum as he filled her, their sexual juices mingling as Allison shuddered through the last of her ring of orgasms. Todd collapsed on top of her, his head pillowed by her abused breasts as he groaned and finished pumping her with his seed.

She was too dazed to do anything but lie there as Todd finally stirred and released her from the restraints. As he massaged her limbs, making sure she didn't get any cramps, she gave him a sweet submissive smile, her eyes half-hooded with the lazy pleasure still humming through her.

Her legs were a little too wobbly to support her, and Todd was just as tired, but he lifted her into his arms and carried her across the hall to their bedroom, extremely thankful it wasn't far away from the sex room. Perhaps he should reconsider putting a bed in there… It would certainly make some things a lot easier.

They curled up together on their bed, Allison's body sore in all the right places. She felt much better than she had this morning, all the tension utterly drained out of her.

"Go to sleep…" Todd murmured into her hair, cradling her close in a protective and comforting way. "We'll nap. There's plenty of time before dinner with your parents tonight."

Caressing her gently, he stared down at her in wonder. It astounded him over and over how much trust Allison put in him. Of course, he made sure to give her ways to stop the action, like the bean bag, but he knew it was a point of pride with her to take everything he dished out. Knowing she literally handed him the keys to her body, again and again and was ready and more than willing to pledge to do so for the rest of her life was the most astounding thing. When he first met her, he'd never dreamed their relationship could go this far.

"Mmm-hmm." Nuzzling her face into his chest, she bit him lightly and felt him wince before his hand came down hard on her bottom. The bite had been because she still wasn't happy he hadn't talked to her beforehand, but she had to admit, she wasn't entirely against talking to them now.

The afternoon had done a wonderful job of relieving her stress and tension. The thought of dinner with them tonight didn't seem so bad after all. She drifted off on a wave of happy, cloudy, sleepy bliss.