Play Assingment

Chapter 7

And again, it was time for waiting and watching. My partner in the session deliberately waited, realizing that the minutes of silence additionally put pressure on consciousness, adding intrigue.

The nerves were stretched to the limit, exposed. I was definitely turned inside out. Why did they turn it out! I voluntarily allowed this to be done to me!

The steps were muffled by the carpet.

I froze as he approached me. For what? For what purpose? What was he up to? Did he have any devices in his hands? What kind of toy did he have for me?

-Stick your head in the mattress.

As you say, my Dom. I am an obedient girl.

My forehead touched the silk sheet. It was getting harder and harder to restrain oneself and curiosity. In my gut, I felt that the man stopped by the bed. I didn't even need to see his actions. I was all tense. Every cell in my body froze in anticipation.

I didn't have to wait long this time.

- I want you to spread your arms to the side and, - he did not have time to finish the sentence, a disgusting squeak of the speaker was heard, which served as a distortion of the voice. - Damn it!  

The voice, the instant recognition, hit me like a bucket of ice water. I abruptly brought my legs together, tucked them in, and a moment later, was already sitting on the bed.

- You! 

There was no limit to my indignation. Anger broke through the dam, destroying it, and was about to splash out. I wanted to screech with disappointment. But why? 

- I… - The intonation of the voice has not changed. The same even tone and calmness. Unlike me, its owner was in perfect control of himself.  

- What the hell, Mason? 

I was ready to see anyone, but not my ex-husband. To understand my surprise, no, my shock, you'd have to know Mason. He didn't have s*x. He made love. Gentle touches. Mind-blowing caresses. Long prelude. And the constant desire to see me finish first. On the fingers of one hand, I can list the times when he finished first. If this happened, he took me in his arms, carried me to the bathroom, where he washed thoroughly, and then brought me to the climax with his lips. Sometimes I laughed and said that all this was not necessary, that I felt good from the very fact of his closeness, but he did not listen to me. Also, sometimes I asked him to be "tougher," to which I invariably received an answer: "I can't. I don't want to hurt you even by accident. "

Mason, MY Mason, and b**m are incompatible things! Yet here we were.

He stood by the bed and looked at me. In a pitiful split of seconds, I absorbed the changes in his appearance. He lost a little weight, but he was fine. He had grown his hair. Now its curly strands fell on the collar of his black shirt. Otherwise, everything is the same lean and insanely handsome.

Only the eyes were pricked, and the lips did not smile.

- Did I let you get up and talk to me? 

I shuddered, and already opened my mouth to rain down on him unflattering comments and everything that I thought about the current situation, but his words cut through my insides, stuck into my brain, and sharply tipped it backward, reminded me where I was.

Dozens of questions and hard-hitting epithets were spinning in my head. There was an unplanned clash of white and black. I wanted to send everything to hell, and pounce on Mason with fists. I looked into his eyes and was silent. I tried to find in them the answer to at least one of the questions that tormented me. In vain.

-You make me wait. -Again, the coldness in his voice. And again, there are overbearing notes.  

I licked my dry lips and laid my chest on the silk sheets. Returned to where we left off.

If earlier, I thought that my excitement and tension had reached its climax, at this moment, I realized how much I was mistaken. Meeting with Mason at the b**m club painted the world in brighter, more saturated colors. Whether we collided by chance or our meeting was scheduled, it didn't matter. The main thing is that when he stood next to me and gave orders, I obeyed.

I thought I knew Mason. But did I really? Or did we live embarrassed to speak about our desires? Now, being here, I was wet between the legs, and my c**t throbbed. I wanted to tell him to touch me, to caress me.

Lord.

Mason.

- Hands, Sub. 

He deliberately did not call me by name. He made it clear that even though the masks have been dropped, the roles have not changed. We came to the club with a specific goal, and we both strove to achieve it.

I, trembling, breaking myself, suppressing a slight internal protest, stretched my arms forward. Did he intend to tie me up?

Yes.

Ohhhhhh…..

When soft, cool skin touched my left wrist, I almost screamed. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes tightly. Be patient, be patient. Do not move. Do as you are told. Relax. Just relax.

The straps locked. My Dom pulled on the leather ties, thereby slightly raising my hands, and fixed them. I didn't look at his manipulation. I felt it.

What's next?

I listened to every rustle. Nothing prevented me from raising my head and watching what Mason was doing. I did not want to. I could not. The boundaries of the past were erased, ceased to exist. It was here and now. There was not even a future.

I heard him leave. Involuntarily, I pulled her hands and groaned dully as the leather belts tightened around my hands. I was securely chained.

- Raise your head. 

What?

I missed the moment of his return. This time I didn't hear him approach. Exhaling loudly, I tore my head from the silk sheet and was already intending to turn to the left when he spoke again.

-I didn't let you turn around. 

And the painful slap burned my buttock, making me scream dully.

Did I just get punished?

I didn't have time to think about what had happened when I felt the bed behind me sag from the weight of the male body. My nose was filled with the tart smell of Mason's cologne how I liked his smell! He was stronger than any aphrodisiac! I sucked in air through my nose, wishing I could touch my man's neck.

He was close. Very close. A slight chill and a thousand goosebumps confirmed my assumption. He pulled himself up,… to get to what?

As it turned out, up to my mouth.

- Open your mouth. 

What for? This question almost fell off my tongue.

I didn't need to open my mouth. I was in such an agitated state. I breathed so often and intermittently that I did not close my lips.

Mason took advantage of this.

When the ball gag was shamelessly in my mouth, I twitched. Then again, I deserved a slap on the buttock. And a second one.

- Quiet. 

He didn't seem to shout. But from his quiet order, my insides cramped. And the scalding wave of excitement covered me even more. Leather straps carefully stretched behind the ears, and, clinging a little in the hair, click on the back of the head.

No matter how trite the phrase sounded, if someone had told me six months ago that Mason would tie me up, deprive me of the opportunity to speak, and lay me almost helpless on a huge bed, I would have grinned. Now I just trembled with excitement and waited for what he would do next.

The hand, wrapped in a leather glove (when did he only have time??), touched the spine, forcing it to bend and again completely lie down. I lay down, clenching my fingers into fists. Small nails dug into the delicate skin of the palms. There is a mask on his face again. From behind the ex-husband, who tried on the role of the Dominant. Where the hell was he before?

Stiff fingers swept down my spine, pressing lightly. My toes responded, and clenched convulsively. The vertebrae were my erogenous zone. He did not forget it.

They lingered on the buttocks and crushed them with force. It didn't hurt. On the contrary, the masterful touch seemed spicy. But they were not enough for me! I wanted them to touch my breasts, play with the wet folds, get inside!

I got ready. I waited. I needed it.

Empty.

Mason's fingers followed on to the feet.

Without a gag in my mouth, I would have whimpered with disappointment. There were even tears in my eyes, so great was the need to relieve tension between my legs. Oh please!

When my toes touched one foot, I almost jerked my leg. Restrained. Am I going to have a foot massage now? Yeah, dreaming, naïve, forgot who is who today? Instead of a massage, Mason began to rub cream into my feet. The question was brewing instantly. What kind of cream?

Silence formed in the room. The gag pressed on the lips, causing the urge to push it out of the mouth. And I also wanted to return freedom for my hands. Just one hand.

On the other hand, the feeling that I was in the complete control of your partner was maddening. Fascinated, exacerbated, I relaxed and closed my eyes again.

The mattress bounced back, announcing that Dom was out of bed.

- Are you waiting, honey? Wondering what I'm going to do with you next? -I felt the leather of the stack caress my shoulder blades, leaving a tingling in its wake. The tingling sensation was not physical but caused by my emotional breakdown. Meanwhile, Mason's voice continued to whisper:

- Guess. Let your imagination run wild. Imagine. Think it over. Dream. 

I waited tensely as the stack moved. He repeated the path of his fingers, walked along the spine, reached the buttocks. I involuntarily squeezed them, for which I received a strong slap.

- Relax! 

It's easy for him to say! Or not easy?

I twitched and relaxed my muscles. The light blow of the stack did not burn the skin on my ass, but my feet! They started to burn. The warmth from the cream made itself felt, growing, and intensifying. What had he smeared me with?

The stack nestled comfortably between my buttocks. Up and down movement. And down again. To the folds.

I gagged, unable to contain myself. What the hell was he doing! 

I had the feeling that everything in me, everything inside, exploded. Emotions swirled in an uncontrollable whirlwind, subjecting me to torment, waiting for the release. Unwelcome tears stung in my eyes. I would have screamed if it hadn't been for the damn gag! 

And who…

If it were not for Mason, I probably would have perceived everything easier. I knew what I was doing. Easy b**m, easy submission. This is what I was looking for.  Got a husband as a Dominant!

And damn it, how I loved it! Tears still gushed from my eyes. Then I was glad that there was a gag in my mouth, and I did not have the opportunity to sob. For both of us, I would not have survived such a shame and breakdown. Mason would have stopped playing immediately, seeing my tears, I knew it. 

- Do you like to feel the whip on your hole? Like this, when does it slide back and forth? Or maybe try the ass? Here, where I have not touched you yet. - Not a whip, but a finger touched the second hole, slightly opening it. -You know, I'm glad I got you. That I can do whatever I want with you. To touch you. Look at you while you are helpless. Play with you how I love that you are in my power!  

He deliberately did not call me by name. He could, but he didn't. His hoarse timbre finally threw me. Yeah. Let him do what he wants. I agree with everything.

And he did.

A cool viscous liquid poured onto my buttocks, and I understood. Lubricant. I moaned from the unpleasant sensations contrasting with the flaming feet, and, in order to maintain the ability to lie still, I buried my forehead more strongly into the sheet. Today, I will let him do anything. There was no fear. There was no disgust. On the contrary, everything seemed natural. Yes, yes, even if I was tied, at this moment, it was exactly what I needed.

Subordinate.

In his power.

The stack was not idle. He traveled along my back, then rushing to the shoulder blades and open armpits. Several times I "deserved" light blows on wet folds. They didn't hurt; they were arousing.

At some point, I stopped crying, the tears dried up, but inarticulate sounds of moans, mixed with screams blocked by a ball-gag, began to erupt from my throat. I started fidgeting, for which I received a more tangible blow.

- I did not allow you to move. 

My gosh, he did not allow! How simple! I didn't allow it, and that's it!

And I froze. I was waiting for new orders.

When his finger slipped into my ass, I choked. Simultaneously with this penetration, I felt his naked member touch my buttocks. When Mason got undressed, I don't know. I didn't keep track. And it didn't matter! 

- Tight hole! Mine. 

It was true. The only one that exists.

Stack walking up to my back. Finger working my ass. Feet are burning from an unknown ointment. Outstretched arms tied. Inability to say anything.

I screamed, jerked, backed away. And again, the slap.

- Lie down. Do not move. I'll punish you if you move. Painfully. These are the rules. 

Yes, there were rules in this world of the sweet vice of the Ava Club.

I didn't remember what happened next. There were deep and sensual penetrations. Harsh and domineering. There were male hands that took possession of my body completely—squeezing, caressing. There was a delight so intense and bright that before my eyes, the stars crumbled into billions of particles. Without exaggeration. Never before have I experienced such a robust and scalding orgasm. My body was on fire, then plunged into ice. 

The dominant received my body without asking if I like it. He took what he wanted and where he wanted. Head caressing the anus and penetrating deep into it. He didn't fit the entire length of his c**k. Apparently, he remembered that we had a "light b**m" agreement. I was not prepared for anal s*x. Although in those moments, I did not mind.

I agreed with everything.

When my Dom the leather stripped from my hands and took out the gag, I breathed a sigh of relief. Or is it with regret? It ended so quickly

I lay on the wide bed, catching the echoes of orgasm. Mason moved almost silently, dressing and putting the devices back in place.

I nevertheless gathered my last strength, and sat down, hugging my knees to my chest.

- Mason, - I called, hoping for a dialogue.  

The man had his back to me.

-I didn't allow you to speak in my presence, woman. 

The words flowed like sweet molasses through my body.

My Dom left the room.

I was left alone with a silk mask on my face.