We had seen the design in a fireplace warehouse. The display had shown a wood-burning stove set in the middle with the exhaust pipe going up through a faux ceiling. The salesman had said the brick enclosure helped retain and radiate the heat. Drake had sketched out a plan that night and started construction the next morning after visiting a home improvement store.
Behind me, I heard the squeaky wheels of the portable table as he rolled it closer. He used it to lay out whatever he planned to use for the session. Like a doctor with a tray of instruments he'd prepared for a surgical procedure. The first time Drake had brought it out, though, I had been slightly frightened because I couldn't see what was on it. I guess I'd seen too many horror movies set in hospitals. Now, the unknown intrigued me. There was an element of mystery in what he'd chosen for playtime, and it was part of the thrill.
"Over."
I bent at the waist, letting out a slow breath as he attached a double-cuff to my wrists and then chained it to a hook straight ahead of me. I watched his hands and feet through the valley of my breasts as he secured a cuff and chain to each of my ankles and then to the wall on each side so my legs were stretched wide.
There was a sound of plastic snapping. I was surprised when he suddenly touched my pussy, his fingers spreading something cool and wet around. Then they eased inside me, rubbing gently. I relaxed and closed my eyes at the unexpected intimacy. It had just occurred to me that he was applying lube when he removed his hand and thrust his cock into me.
I let out a startled scream.
"Silence! Or I will gag you."
I squeezed my eyes closed...as well as my mouth. His fingers gripped my hips almost painfully as he pumped in and out of me. This wasn't a pleasurable screw. This was hardcore fucking. It felt good, and yet, that was not his intention.
An orgasm was building within me when he suddenly yanked on my braid. He slammed into me harder a few more times. Then he rubbed his body against my ass for a moment while his grip tightened before he pulled out.
"Do you want to come?"
I had to swallow three times before I could find my voice. "Yes, Sir."
"How do you want to come?"
I tossed a couple of ideas around in my head. Did I dare give him full reign? I cried out as he jerked on my hair again.
"Now, Lady Daphne!" he growled in my ear.
"Do as you wish! Take out your frustrations on me."
He let go of my hair but didn't step away. He was breathing so hard, I could feel his breath against my shoulder blades. His cock bumped against my thigh, and a wetness lingered.
I steeled myself for whatever may come. As I let out my own breath to take in another one, he spanked my ass so hard with what was probably the wooden paddle, I screamed and my knees buckled. He waited for me to straighten my legs before he gave me another swat. My legs shook, but I held my own. He waited, and when I grew still, he swatted me again.
After three more times, my body could take no more. He was holding me up with an arm around my waist. My orgasm was so close I could taste it. He must have known because he ceased the spankings.
My ass was on fire. I loved and hated it. I pressed my head against my elbow, feeling sweat from my forehead transfer to my arm. I whimpered as Drake released me and moved the chain from my wrists so that it was hooked above me on the ceiling grid. It was secured further back towards the corner so I was still slightly bent over, but my arms carried my weight now instead of relying solely on my legs.
He switched to dragging the ends of a flogger across my butt cheeks. He alternated between swatting one cheek and then the other. I pressed my ass out to him as best as I could. Begging for more. Relishing the pain and the inability to reach the point I needed to.
He kept up the torture of hitting my ass, stopping and switching to another method when my body betrayed I was close to an orgasm.
I had no concept for how he endured unless he was running on pure adrenaline by now. My exhaustion was consuming me. My arms ached. My ass was numb. And my feet were starting to tingle.
I rarely used the safe word, but it was on the tip of my tongue. Suddenly, I felt his cock slide into me once more. I screamed despite his warnings to be silent. I was just too sensitive.
A ragged moan escaped as he bottomed out and his hips brushed against my raw ass. I cried softly when his arms surrounded me, pulling me against him. His face nuzzled the back of my neck. One hand cupped and stroked my breast while the other fingered my clit.
I whimpered my appreciation of the extra support he gave my body. It gave me the encouragement to hang on a little longer. As did the slight movements within me as his cock reacted to the pulsing walls of my pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When my orgasm finally came, I was half out of it. I felt the slackening in my limbs as he released them from their bindings. And then I was crouched down on the floor of the alcove, the coolness of the bricks penetrating my skin.
"Come to bed, Lady Daphne."
If I'd had the energy, I would have laughed. He hadn't
