Chapter Twelve

“Ready to play, subbie?” Bogdan said as he returned soon after. He smirked as he gestured at her legs. “Hook your arms through your legs and pull your knees up to your ears. I want that ass of yours lifted high.”

“Ehm... it doesn’t sound like a very comfortable position, Master Slayer.”

“Do as you’re told, subbie. I have no compunction about punishing you before offering pleasure. It’s up to you how we continue.”

“I thought a scene was supposed to be a mutual agreement,” she mumbled as she gingerly pulled herself into the instructed position.

“You gave me your agreement to give your body what it needs the night at the club, Zafira. Remember? Unconditional submission was the terminology we agreed upon.”

“For that night, yes!”

“Oh, no, I told you in the dungeon that you’re mine now, and that means unconditionally mine.”

“What the hell is that?” Zafira’s eyes homed in on the root he held in his hand.

“Come now. You love cooking. Don’t pretend you don’t know what this is.” The amused grin was back on his face as he sat down beside her. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he spread some olive oil on her rosette.

“Master Slayer, ginger is in no way or form appropriate for what you’re doing.” Her attempt to jerk away was fruitless as he prodded the tiny hole.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the terminology figging before,” he said colloquially.

“Blyad’! There is no way you are shoving that up my ass!”

“No? Then I suppose we’ll agree to disagree,” he said with a wide grin.

Zafira glared at him. He was having too much fun at her expense.

“You have no need to worry about discomfort. See?” Bogdan held up the ginger root. It was narrow on one side with a slightly wider base where he had tied a white string. “Almost like a butt plug.”

“I hate butt plugs,” she protested as he carefully pushed it into her asshole.

“There,” he said as he checked to ensure it was deep enough with the string hanging out for ease of removal later. “I assume you have never been figged before.”

“I sure as hell haven’t.”

“Ah, then it’s a cherry-popping moment, so to speak.”

“If you mention another kind of fruit or vegetable, I’m going to kick you in the head, Master Slayer,” Zafira threatened as she loosened her hold on her legs.

“No, keep them there. I want full access to every part of your body as well as seeing your expression.”

“I’m still waiting for the fun part... my fun part since this seems to be all aimed at your pleasure, not mine,” she muttered incoherently.

“Patience, subbie.” Brushing his hands down her tight flanks, he leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss right on her clit. Her loins flushed her pussy with liquid heat, which, in turn, set her clit throbbing wildly. “The ginger root will warm your rectum, so you experience a subtle burning sensation. However, I suggest that you don’t clench your ass muscles.”

“Why not?”

“The burning becomes hot. Very, very hot. That’s the downside, but the upside is that it increases stimulation, resulting in hard and continuous climaxes.”

“Oh fuck,” Zafira whimpered as the first wave of warmth from her ass penetrated her mind.

“Normally, when I play with ginger root, I deny the sub climaxes, but in your case, I’m going for the opposite. So, subbie, you can come as often and as hard as you need to.”

“I hate forced climaxes, Bogdan,” she snapped acerbically.

Crack! Crack!

“Holy shit,” she screamed as her ass cheeks clenched from the painful strikes. Heat exploded inside her ass.

“Call me Bogdan once more and I’ll use my belt. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master Slayer.” Zafira’s breath was choppy. He had just pushed the damn root up her ass, and it already burned like Satan’s breath.

“I’ve been hungry for this little nub,” Bogdan growled as he buried his head between her thighs and locked his lips around her clit.

“Oh, blyad’!” Zafira moaned and thrashed against his face as he alternated sucking and nibbling until her mind was ready to combust. At the same time, the scorching hot sensations he had warned her about were triggered. Lust sped through her veins, leaving her helpless against every wave of eroticism that he unleashed, intensified by the heat in her ass.

An orgasm rushed through her with such suddenness, her breathing became haggard as she thrashed against the hold she had on her legs. His warning to keep them there flashed through her mind, and she clung to them as her entire body clenched through the ripples that threatened to unhinge her.

“Beautiful, but try not to lose your plug in the process, subbie,” Bogdan praised as he shoved the ginger root that was being pushed out back inside her ass.

Zafira forced breath into her lungs, doing her best to keep her anus from clenching and unclenching in tandem with her throbbing clit.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Isus Hristos!” Zafira screamed as his large hand planted three brutal slaps right over her pussy and clit. Her hips lifted, and her ass clenched. “Nooo,” she cried as it felt like her ass was invaded by a flood of lava.

After six orgasms, the intense burning subsided somewhat. The heat was still intense, but it was more of a warming feeling, a sort of minty-tingly buzz that kept her aware and on the verge of the need to come.

Still, the devil Master wasn’t satisfied as once again his palm cracked across her buttocks. Over and over. Her screams echoed through the cabin as she writhed against the unpleasant combination of pain, heat, and lust.

“No more. Fuck, please. Have mercy,” she pleaded as his fingers plucked at her clit before pushing two fingers inside her. With precision, he tapped them against her G-spot. “Shit,” she gasped in surprise as a climax rolled over her.

“I want your eyes on me, Zafira. Open them and keep them on me.”

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. She had kept them closed in an effort not to allow him to see her vulnerability. He hadn’t been fooled. Lifting her head, her lust-filled eyes seared him. It soothed Zafira’s tortured mind to notice the way his cock strained against his boxers. He was rock-hard and suffering as much as she was.

“That was the last one, subbie. You don’t come again until I fuck you. Is that clear?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Zafira knew there was no way she’d be able to hold back, especially since there was no warning with the intensity of the effect the root had on her. No tingling, no tightening of her clit... just a rush when the climax already ripped through her.

“Do not disappoint me, subbie.”

His deep voice resonated inside her, awakening the subconscious desire to please him... her Dom, her Master Slayer.

“I won’t, Master Slayer,” she vowed softly as she resolutely tightened the hold on her legs.

For the next ten minutes, Bogdan pushed her to the edge, over and over, until she was writhing in desperation, thrashing, pleading, cursing, and then pleading again.

“That was beautiful, Zafira. You did so well, my subbie. I’m proud of you,” Bogdan said as he slowly removed the torture-root from her ass.

“There, relax, my pet,” he cooed as he forced her hands to release her legs, and he carefully assisted her in straightening them. Her moans were a mixture of bliss and pain when he gently massaged the muscles in her legs until she was completely relaxed.

“So... are we ever going to get to the fucking part?” Zafira demanded once she was breathing normally. It didn’t matter that she had come so many times that even her teeth hurt. Her pussy wanted more... it wanted him—his hard cock taking possession of her, pounding her into Kingdom come.

Standing beside the bed, Bogdan dropped his boxers. Zafira drooled as his rock-hard cock jutted out in a perpendicular arch. Precum glistened on the velvety tip. She swallowed hard, watching as he stroked his cock with slow, measured slides. Her nipples were hard little buttons, painful in her need.

Tired of waiting, she got on her knees and ran her hands up the inside of his legs.

“I love how big you are, Bogdan.” This time, he didn’t reprimand her, but his breath hissed through his teeth when she feathered her fingers over his nipples.

“Fuck, subbie,” he grunted as she licked his balls before locking her lips over one and gently sucking it into her mouth.

“Hmm... I’ve been wanting to do this for over forty years,” she whispered as she licked along the length of his cock with the flat of her tongue. Opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around the base of his cock before dragging her mouth toward the tip, sucking greedily en route. “Ah, sustenance from the Master himself,” she cooed as she sensually licked off the precum still oozing from its center.

“Enough,” Bogdan growled. “I want to pound your cunt, not spill my jizz inside your mouth.”

With a delighted giggle, Zafira locked her lips on his tip and sucked him all the way down her throat.

“Now you’ve done it,” Bogdan growled as he pulled his hips back to release his cock from her mouth. Picking her up, he threw her back on the bed, following her down to return the favor, and lapped at her hot, wet pussy.

Within seconds, Zafira was right back where she was not so long ago, shuddering and needy. Kneeling between her legs, he applied his magical mouth and tongue on her clit and inside her pussy, pressing and licking her perineum. As he feasted on her, he inserted two fingers into her ass.

“Still breathing, subbie?”

“If you don’t fuck me soon, I might combust, then we both lose,” she managed grimly, forcing back the impending climax. Like Bogdan, she wanted to come with him pounding inside her.

Her entire system zinged with the desire to feel his huge cock impale her. To find out if the confusing sensations that coursed through her were going to fling her just as high as they did when he fucked her at the club.

“Pull up your legs again, subbie. I want you to watch.”

Zafira didn’t question the command and immediately clamped her knees beside her ears.

He continued to toy with her pussy and her clit, pinching her nipples until she panted. She dragged her hips higher and gasped, her eyes locked on his tongue, lapping and licking deep inside her pussy. She had never felt as alive as she did at that moment. Every nerve sizzled like it had been lit by a bolt of electricity dancing across her skin.

“Fuck me. I need you, Bogdan. Please, baby.”

Moving onto his knees, he positioned his cock at her entrance. With one hand, he gripped the base and teasingly moved it up and down her labia until she was wet and sticky with need.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as he finally started pushing his cock inside her, deeper and deeper until he was balls deep. “I have never watched this. It’s so... fuck, it’s hot!”

“Indeed, my pet, and it’s about to get hotter,” he promised as he pulled his cock back. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen—his massive, hard shaft withdrawing from her clenching, needy flesh.

Then he pushed back in, slowly, gently, and with a deep warning grunt, “Hold on, subbie. This is gonna be rough,” he started pounding into her.

Bogdan held onto her thighs for balance as he settled into a brutal rhythm. Hard and fast, he filled her deeper than she thought possible, stretching her as he pounded into her. Zafira was mesmerized by the sight of their primal fucking.

“Mine. Just mine.” His voice sounded dark and dangerous.

Every rational thought escaped from her mind. The sensations swirling through her possessed and overwhelmed her. She was flung so high, the pain and pleasure merged into a magical euphoria.

Bogdan fucked her forcefully, punishingly, and she loved every second of it. Still, she suspected he was holding back. Her eyes lifted to his.

“I want to fly, Master Slayer. Give me all of you. No more holding back.”

“Remember you asked for this, Zafira,” he warned as with a primal roar, he slammed back inside, filling and stretching her to the maximum. He was buried so deep, his nut sack squeezed tight at her entrance. He completely impaled her.

“Fuck. That hurts! Fuck, I love it,” she shrieked on a broken breath. The powerful undertow finally struck in a confluence of physical and emotional currents that sucked her under. It ripped away her balance and pulled her, gasping up the face of a towering rogue wave—lifting her up, then crushing her beneath its weight.

“Bogdan, stop. I can’t! It’s... fuck!”

Her plea turned into a scream as her body tightened. Warm liquid gushed from her loins. Her hips jerked as she clawed at her legs in a desperate attempt to draw a breath.

“No stopping, subbie. This is what you asked for. What your body needs.” Bogdan relentlessly powered into her, subsuming her in an act of carnal pleasure as he kept fueling her orgasms, triggering one after the other to stagger through her body.

Zafira was helpless against the paroxysms that rocked her. Long waves of ecstasy rolled over her as she fought off the dull ache of excess. She surrendered, splayed open with her legs pulled up, her ass high in the air, as she twitched and jagged in submission to his control.

With the sexually induced alchemy of physical sensations, she became overwhelmed. She knew now that she loved him more than she had realized. No one but him could draw every raw emotion from the depths of her soul and offer her unbound pleasures.

A final wave of ecstasy swept over her, tearing away the last of her control and leaving her shattered in his arms once again.

“That’s beautiful, my pet,” Bogdan grunted, flayed bare and ragged as he came inside her, pumping and convulsing, squeezing her as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“God, I can’t breathe,” Zafira gasped as he finally allowed her to lower her legs and massaged them again.

“Breathing is overrated, subbie.” His smile was evil. “Better power up. This is only the beginning. We have another good three hours of flight still to go.

“You’re kidding, right?” Zafira was too tired to do anything but blink at him in disbelief.

“Nope. I promised to fuck you all the way home, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”