Chapter 60: Obedience
I don’t even know when Bael lifts my turtleneck up, don’t register his hands moving until I feel his mouth close over my nipple, teeth sinking in with enough force to make me gasp, actual pain mixing with the shock of sensation.
He bites down harder and I cry out, hands coming up to push at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge, just continues working my nipple with his teeth and tongue until it’s oversensitive and throbbing, until I’m squirming beneath him trying to escape the overwhelming stimulation.
Then he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment, sucking hard before biting down, and my brain is still trying to catch up to what’s happening when I feel my pants being removed, the diamond beads at the waist scraping against my skin as Bael pulls them down with smooth efficiency that suggests he’s done this a thousand times.
The heels go next, tossed somewhere across the room where I can’t see, and then I’m just in the turtleneck that’s pushed up to expose my chest, completely bare from the waist down with my legs spread and Bael kneeling between them looking at me like I’m something he’s about to devour.
He reaches for his tie, loosening it from around his neck with quick, practiced movements that should probably worry me more than they do.
"What are you—"
He grabs both my wrists and pulls them together above my head, wrapping the silk tie around them with ease, binding them tightly enough that when I try to pull free I can’t, the fabric holding firm no matter how much I struggle.
Then he flips me over onto my stomach in one smooth motion.
I try to twist away, try to use my bound hands for leverage, but his hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack that echoes through the room.
The pain spreads across my skin in radiating waves, hot and stinging, and I can’t stop the sound that tears from my throat.
"Behave," Bael says, voice low and commanding in a way that makes something in my stomach clench.
I open my mouth to protest, to tell him he can’t just do this, and he smacks me again, this time on the other cheek, and the sound that comes out of me is somewhere between a scream and a moan, high and desperate and completely involuntary, my body arching into the pain despite my brain screaming at me to do the opposite.
"You should have been more obedient if you didn’t want to be punished," he says, satisfaction clear in his voice, and his hand connects with my skin again, harder this time, making my whole body jerk forward against the mattress.
I’m writhing now, can’t help it, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that shouldn’t work but does, that makes my head spin and my vision blur at the edges with overwhelming sensation. My cock is already hard, straining and leaking against the sheets beneath me, and I can feel my hole clenching reflexively, slick already dripping out in humiliating amounts that I can’t control.
Then Bael’s fingers are there, pushing inside without warning, two at once, thick and rough as they thrust into me with no gentleness, no careful preparation beyond what my body is already producing on its own.
The stretch burns slightly but not enough to hurt, not when I’m this wet, this ready, and I can’t help pushing back to meet his fingers, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of anything he’s willing to give me.
Bael laughs darkly behind me, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
"Look at you," he murmurs, fingers curling inside me to press against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. "So desperate for it."
His hand comes down on my ass again and I cum without warning, the orgasm hitting me like a freight train, my dick spurting against the sheets as my body convulses, hole clenching rhythmically around his fingers while pleasure whites out everything else, makes me forget my own name for several long seconds.
"Hmm, aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?" Bael asks, his fingers still moving inside me, prolonging the orgasm until I’m sobbing into the mattress from oversensitivity. "How dare you cum first when this is supposed to be a punishment? Huh?"
He spanks me again and I scream, the impact against already sensitive skin sending shockwaves through my system, and again, each strike making me jerk and cry out, my bound hands clutching uselessly at the sheets above my head.
The tie around my wrists is getting loose from all the struggling, the silk sliding against itself, and Bael notices immediately, pulling his fingers out of me with a wet sound that makes my face burn.
He flips me over onto my back so suddenly I don’t have time to brace myself, and I’m staring up at him with tear-blurred vision, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
He removes the tie from my wrists and I flex my fingers, trying to get feeling back into them, but before I can do anything useful he’s wrapping the silk around the base of my dick instead, pulling it tight and cinching it with a knot that makes me gasp and try to sit up.
"Wait, you can’t—"
His hand connects sharply with my inner thigh, the sting immediate and intense, and I fall back against the mattress with a choked sound.
"I can do whatever I want," he says simply.
Then he’s flipping me back over, positioning me on my knees with my ass in the air and my face pressed into the sheets, hands braced against the mattress for whatever stability I can find, and I hear the rustle of fabric as he removes his own clothes behind me.
Without any warning at all, without giving me a second to prepare, he slams his cock inside me.
I would have cum again immediately if not for the tie restricting blood flow, stopping the release my body is desperately, frantically trying to achieve, and the sensation is maddening, pleasure building with nowhere to go, pressure mounting until I feel like I might actually break from it.
My whole body shakes violently, trembling with the effort of holding myself up, of processing the overwhelming fullness of him inside me.
Bael’s hand comes to the back of my neck, pressing my face harder into the mattress, pinning me in place as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in with brutal force that drives the air from my lungs.
Then again.
And again.
He fucks me roughly, mercilessly, each thrust driving so deep I can feel it in my stomach, each withdrawal leaving me empty and aching and desperate for him to fill me again.
His hand on my neck keeps me pinned, keeps my face pressed into the sheets while he uses my body however he wants, and I can’t do anything except take it, can’t move or escape or do anything but feel every single inch of him splitting me open over and over.
The tie around my dick is absolute torture, pleasure building and building with no way to release it, my body trying desperately to cum and failing, the pressure becoming almost painful in its intensity, making me whimper and shake with need.
My hands fist in the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to hold onto, something to anchor myself, and without thinking my hand reaches back, fingers fumbling blindly for the tie, trying to loosen it, trying to give myself even a moment of relief from this overwhelming sensation.
Bael’s hand comes down on my ass so hard I see actual stars, the pain sharp and bright enough to make me cry out and immediately pull my hand away, bringing it back to clutch at the sheets where it belongs.
"Don’t," he warns, voice rough with exertion but still carrying absolute authority.
He keeps fucking me, keeps driving into me with relentless rhythm that doesn’t slow or gentle, and I can feel myself completely unraveling, can feel every shred of control and dignity slipping away as I’m reduced to nothing but sensation and need.
"Please," I gasp out, voice wrecked and desperate and barely recognizable as my own. "Please, I need..."
"You need what?" Bael asks, and I can hear both amusement and raw arousal threading through his tone.
"Pl... please let me cum," I beg, shame burning hot through me but not nearly as strong as the overwhelming need. "Please, I can’t...I can’t take it..."
"Can’t hear you," he says conversationally, like we’re discussing the weather, and spanks me again hard enough to make me sob.
My hand reaches back again without conscious permission, seeking the tie, fingers scrabbling desperately, and gets smacked away immediately, the sting on top of everything else making me pull back with a pathetic whimper.
"I’m sorry," I cry out, tears streaming freely down my face now, mixing with the drool pooling on the sheets beneath me. "I’m sorry, I’ll be more obedient, I promise, just please...please..."
"Hmm," Bael hums thoughtfully, his pace not slowing even slightly, still driving into me with punishing force. "I’ll think about it."
Then he proceeds to fuck me even harder, even more mercilessly than before, his hips slamming against my abused ass with bruising force, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over that makes my vision white out completely, and I’m begging continuously now, words spilling out incoherent and desperate and broken, pleading for release, for mercy, for anything at all that will ease this unbearable pressure.
I can feel myself getting close to some edge I’ve never experienced before, something beyond normal orgasm, something that feels like it might actually shatter me completely if I reach it.
I feel Bael start to lose his careful rhythm, feel his movements becoming more erratic and urgent, his breathing harsh and ragged above me, and finally, finally, his hand reaches around and loosens the tie with quick, efficient movements.
Blood rushes back into my cock and I cum so hard I nearly black out, screaming into the mattress as my body convulses violently, clenching around him with rhythmic spasms so intense it borders on painful, my dick spurting over and over until I’m completely empty.
Bael groans low and deep, thrusting one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with wet heat as he cums too, both of us shaking with the force of it, both completely undone.
We stay like that for a long moment, both breathing hard like we’ve run a marathon, both trembling with aftershocks, and then Bael slowly, carefully pulls out and I collapse completely onto the mattress, unable to hold myself up for even one more second.
Everything hurts in the best and worst way simultaneously.
Everything feels too good and too much and not enough all at once.
I can’t think straight, can barely remember my own name, my entire world reduced to sensation and exhaustion.
I feel Bael shift behind me, feel the mattress dip with his weight, and I assume he’s settling down to rest, that we’re finally done, that I can just lie here and try to piece myself back together.
Then I feel it.
His cock pressing against my thigh, already hard again, impossibly soon, and my eyes fly open in genuine alarm.
No.
No way.
There’s no way he’s—
His hand grips my hip, fingers digging in with clear intent.
Oh god.
He is.