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  She pulled the duvet around herself tightly and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come to her. The cool sheets felt good against her naked skin. Her whole body was reacting sensitively to the smallest touch, the smallest pressure. The pain was still pulsing on her ass and sending signals of arousal in her belly. She turned onto her back and pulled the covers up underneath her armpits. Her heart was still beating loudly in her ears, making her feel crazed. She opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. When she finally gave in to the pull of arousal, she felt the heat in her face immediately as her hand slid down to her throbbing pussy. Warmness filled her as she carefully cupped her mound. Her fingers slid easily between her wet labia, and she began gently stroking her clitoris. She breathed out deeply and concentrated on long stroke movements up and down her vulva. Closing her eyes again, she slowly massaged herself in small circles around her clit, opening her legs to give her hand as much room as possible. The covers slid off and she could feel cool air all over her body, contrasting with the heat rising from it. With her other hand, she began twisting her nipple, carefully at first, to see how much pain she could take. She inhaled sharply as a jolt of pain flashed through her again. She took the tip between her thumb and index finger and rolled it around carefully, experimentally, while her other hand continued to stimulate her clit. A stronger, clearer pain rolled wondrously through her body. She gave out a light gasp and her hips began to rise upwards. Her back, covered with those bruised markings, began aching again, mixing with the strong pulsating heat in her ass. Moaning, she spread her legs apart and began rising up and down on her mattress in time with her hand. She was twisting her nipple harder and harder, continuing to make jolts of pain flash through her as she masturbated.

  An image of David flashed into her head, thrusting in and out of her, roughly, mercilessly, his hand around her throat. She could physically feel the pressure of his hands on her raw skin, and it took her arousal to a level she’d never known before. She could feel the sensations on every inch of her body. Every feeling was clear and sharp. The sweet torture centred in her lower belly while her movements became faster and faster. It felt painful and wonderful. Faster and more urgently, until she couldn’t separate the arousal from the pain anymore, until the orgasm broke over her whole body in rolling waves. It was a more intense orgasm than she’d ever felt before.

  Amy lay there for a few minutes breathing in and out deeply, her heart racing. She stared up at the ceiling of her room. It was dark and silent, but she could still hear the echoes of her screams from moments before. Her body ached as her muscles gradually relaxed and her heart slowed to a more normal pace. She could still feel the last pulses of her orgasm. Even the pulses were more intense than any orgasm she’d had before. It felt like an eternity before she was breathing normally again.

  *

  Amy’s knuckles cracked as she banged against the door again and demanded at the top of her voice for David to open it. She called out again and kept hammering at the door, even though she couldn’t hear any sign of life on the other side. It was a good thing that David’s flat had no close neighbours.

  Her next hit against the thick mahogany met with open air as the door suddenly opened. David stood there in front of her half-naked, still in his scruffy jeans and nothing else. It was almost as though she’d never left. She dropped her hand and straightened up.

  “You arsehole,” she declared.

  David let out a sigh and closed his eyes briefly. Then he turned around without saying a word and disappeared into his flat. Amy remained at the door for a moment, slightly unsure, before slowly following him inside. He’d disappeared into an unfamiliar room, and Amy followed him into it. Anger and fear were threatening to bubble over, dangerously close to the surface, as she entered the room. The first thing she noticed was a large, black leather couch. It was huge and took up a large part of the room. In front of the couch was a glass coffee table. David sat down and put his feet up on the table. Opposite him was a larger closet along the entire wall, with a huge flat screen TV in the middle. Books lined the cupboards. Above the couch oil landscape paintings hung on the wall.

  David took no notice of her as she entered the room and began to yell at him. “You absolute arsehole!” she began, feeling the anger rise in her. “You got me drunk. You beat me. You used me when I wasn’t thinking straight!” She stared at him angrily and took a deep breath as her voice cracked and her eyes began to water. “You’ve ruined everything. I...I’m not like you think I am.” She fought to stop the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. “I’m just a normal girl. I don’t like pain, I don’t like giving up control. You’ve got me all wrong.” A small sob escaped.

  David stood up and without a word put an arm around her. She immediately tried to push him away, but he simply held on more firmly. She balled her hands into fists and thumped at his chest. One, two, hits got in before her eyes filled with tears and everything became blurry.

  “I’m not like that. You’re wrong, completely wrong,” she protested again. Her arms hung stiffly at her sides as he began to rock her back and forwards.

  He pulled her into his embrace more closely and pulled them down onto the couch together. He stroked her back while she pressed her face into his shoulder and cried.

  “I was normal. I want to be normal again. I can’t stand this. I don’t want this. Please, take it all back.” She cried until her tears dried up, head pressed against his chest. Then he stopped rubbing her back and took her face in his hands. Slowly he lifted her head up, making her look in his eyes. He lowered his lips down to her face and kissed each tear-stained cheek. Automatically, she jerked back and freed herself from his grasp. David looked at her sternly.

  A shudder went through her body as she felt his harsh look on her, and at the same time she felt the shame from the arousal the look caused her to feel. She had spent half the day in front of her computer looking up what it meant when pain felt arousing. She’d looked at hundreds of porn clips, each more intense than the last. She didn’t want anything like that. She didn’t want to have to obey anyone, be controlled by them, or otherwise she’d be punished. She liked her independence. She didn’t want to dress up in leather and be led on a leash through the streets.

  And yet, her body reacted to these things, to the harsh look David was giving her now, in ways she didn’t like. She swallowed dryly and took a deep breath. Even though she was afraid of the consequences, she had a strange desire to discover this dark side of her that she hadn’t realised existed until now.

  “Do you... do you want to be my ‘master’?” she asked him, uncertainly. She didn’t know how it was all supposed to work. She wanted to discover this side of herself, but she didn’t want to be completely enslaved. She held her breath waiting for his answer.

  David leant back on the couch and wrinkled his brow. Then he said: “Get me a beer.”

  Amy stared at him. Yes, she wanted to try this out, see what it was like to give up control, but she didn’t want to just be ordered about. She wasn’t a free maid. She took another deep breath. Maybe she should just try it out, do what he wanted. If she really wanted to give D/s a proper go, she had to be prepared to compromise. Maybe this was just a silly phase she was going through and once she’d tried it, it would be out of her system. Then she could get on with the life she’d always planned for herself.

  She stood up slowly with shaky legs and went into the kitchen to get him a beer. With the bottle in her hand, she returned to the living room and carefully placed it down on the glass surface of the coffee table in front of him. She looked at him expectantly, wondering how she’d done.

  He raised an eyebrow slowly. “No glass?” he asked, disapprovingly. “And how do you expect me to open the bottle?”

  Her face flamed red. But he only looked back unfeelingly and waited for her to go back to the kitchen. She did so, this time taking a glass from the cupboard and opening the bottle with the opener that was hanging above the stove. Slowl
y, she poured the beer into the glass, taking great care that there wasn’t too much head. The anger was still seething inside her, but she tried to supress it by remembering that she was playing this game voluntarily. Having her do stupid things that he could do himself was probably part of it. It was about dominance and giving up control. He was the experienced one in these things and knew better than her how to do this. She just had to trust him.

  Amy returned to the living room with the beer in a glass this time and was about to set it before him when he stopped her again.

  “You’re not really serving me beer that’s not in a proper beer glass, are you now?” he said, giving her that look again.

  She stopped in mid step and stared at this smug, self-satisfied person on the couch. She’d had enough already. Angrily, she walked right up to him, beer in hand, and right then and there, before she even knew what she was doing, she poured it over his face. Breathing heavily, she watched as the yellow liquid ran down his neck and naked chest. Shocked at herself, she looked first at the empty glass and then back at him, eyes widened in terror. How could she have lost control of herself like that?

  She stared at him in horror, frozen, waiting for his reaction. His dark expression looked back at her mercilessly.

  “Wipe. That. Up.” He pointed to his chest and lap.

  For a moment she couldn’t breathe, before slowly lowering her head and looking at the streams of beer which were running over the muscles in his torso. She was about to turn around and fetch a washcloth, when he repeated his words again quietly:

  “Wash that up. Now. With your tongue.” His eyes burned through her. “On your knees, right now.”

  Her glance darted down to his chest, then back to his eyes. She couldn’t do it, she realised. She just couldn’t. Yes, it aroused her when he gave her that look of his, it aroused her seeing the bulge straining against his jeans, but she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t kneel before him and lick beer off his chest. She wanted it in some strange, unfamiliar way, but this was still too much. She’d thought they would start off more slowly, but in this moment it didn’t feel slow. He was several steps too far ahead for her.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But I can’t do this.” She straightened up and slowly turned away to leave.

  “Come here, Amy,” he said. His tone was gentle, but it still felt like an order.

  She stayed where she was as her body yearned to obey and turned back to him.

  “Come and sit with me.”

  As though hypnotised, she went over and sat down next to him on the black couch. He put an arm around her, her head lowered as she tried to avoid his penetrating gaze. He took her chin in his large hand and turned her face until she had to look him in the eyes.

  “You researched it on the Internet, and that’s good. You should know you’re not alone, there are lots of people like you. You’re normal. But...you have no idea, baby.” He gave a small smile.

  “It’s not about getting me beer or being my slave. I only want you to give up control when we sleep together. I know how much you need and how much you can take. Probably better than you do yourself. But that’s only part of our private life, if you want it to be. Everything else is your own life. I don’t want to own you. I want you to be your own independent, strong person who only gives it up when you’re in my arms. That’s what it’s about for me.”

  Amy nodded slowly.

  “You’ll always resist me, because you enjoy being punished. Just like I enjoy punishing you. But you can’t resist me if you’re a broken woman. I want you strong and proud. And I will see you submissive.”

  A warm flush was spreading through Amy as he spoke. She realised he was saying everything she’d been looking for.

  “Do you really want it? Will you trust me? If it goes too far, tell me, but you won’t try to simply run away again.”

  Amy took a deep breath and made her decision.

  “Yes, I really want it. I want everything, I want it all.” Her heart was racing as she realised how true the words were as she said them.

  David smiled and pulled her tear-stained face to his, again kissing the tears away softly. Amy felt warm as she felt his breath caressing her cheeks.

  “I want,” he breathed quietly. Yet his voice was still strong and hard. “You to undress. Slowly.” He let go of her face and indicated that she stand up. Amy looked at him for a moment not moving before finally lifting her nervous hands up to the top button on her shirt. She knew there was nothing sexy about being a frightened rabbit, although her frightened expression didn’t seem to worry David. One after the other, she undid the small blue buttons of her shirt, becoming slightly more confident after each one. Her breasts spilled out between the fabric and for a moment she wondered if not wearing a bra had been such a good idea. But then she saw the approval on David’s face, and felt proud of her decision. Her fingers slid down over her waist as she pulled the fabric apart, exposing her breasts. It caught on her naked, perfect nipples for a second before falling to the floor. David smiled and leant back on the couch. She watched his eyes run slowly over her breasts upwards to her slim neck, over her chin and to her lips, where they stopped.

  Unconsciously, she licked her lower lip while undoing the buttons on her jeans. Heat was flushing through her and she could feel her labia were swollen with arousal as she looked at the hard bulge in his lap. A surge of longing shot through her. She finished undoing her jeans and pulled them down over her hips, her thighs, pushing them to the floor. Then she stood up again and stepped out of them. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her small, black thong.

  “Turn around when you take off your thong.”

  Amy paused in her movement and turned around so her back was to him. She bent over, pushing her ass out in his direction before running her fingers along the waistband and slowly pushing it down. She knew he now had a full view of her exposed ass and labia below the round curves of her ass. She knew too, that she couldn’t hide the obvious wetness between her labia anymore. Arousal and shame were still battling inside her, but arousal was clearly winning now. She bent over to slip the thong right down to the floor and stayed there a moment before straightening up again and turning around to face David. She ran her hands through her thick hair and pulled off the hair tie keeping her long wavy hair in a ponytail, allowing it to fall around her face in cascades. Her hand fell down and instinctively ran up her waist, up to her breasts, where she slowly caressed her nipples while holding his gaze, enjoying his undivided attention.

  David took a cushion from the couch next to him and put it on the floor between his feet.

  “Come here and kneel down.”

  Only a few minutes ago, she’d wanted to bolt at the idea of kneeling before him like a slave in his service. But now blood was flowing quickly through her veins and the only thing she wanted was to please him. She wanted to arouse him, give him everything. She walked forward two steps towards him and dropped to the floor. His chest still smelt faintly of beer. She placed her hands on his thighs and bent forward to put her lips on his chest. Her tongue slowly slid over the glistening drops, tasting alcohol mixed in with his musky scent. She slowly traced the shape of his muscles with her tongue and lips, until she arrived at his nipple and lightly nipped it. David’s hands grabbed handfuls of her hair, twisting it around, while the tip of Amy’s tongue made circles around his nipple. After a few minutes, he stopped her, pulling her head back firmly.

  “Undo my belt.” His voice was hoarse.

  She undid it with nervous movements and slowly pulled it from the belt loops, until she was left holding the leather belt in her hands and took a deep breath before folding it together and handing it up to him, as though it were an offering. David smiled widely as he took it from her hand. She flushed at the thought of what he might be planning to do with it. With her. He kept his gaze on her while placing it to the side.

  “And now my jeans.”

  Amy swallowed dryly and put her still nervo
us fingers on his waistband. Carefully, she undid the top button and unzipped him. She could see the shape of his cock underneath his boxers, hard and thick against his stomach. He lifted his hips and she pulled them both down together, revealing it to her.

  Without thinking or waiting for his command, her hands automatically wrapped themselves around it. She looked at the thick glans and her arousal intensified. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling it pulse. It seemed to still be growing larger even as she held it.

  Fascinated, Amy began to move her hands up and down. Slowly she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head. Her hands cupped his balls and massaged them gently as her heart continued to beat more and more quickly.

  “Take in more,” David ordered her abruptly, grabbing her hair and pushing her head down on him.

  She lowered her mouth even further down his shaft and felt the feel of his cock slide over her lips. He tasted salty, masculine. Arousing.

  She lowered her head again and let her open mouth slide over the shaft. Her tongue slid along the underside tasting his musky scent. The muscles in her lower abdomen were contracting with increasing arousal as her tongue slid along his shaft, following the lines of his veins, kissing right down to the base. David moaned quietly and put his hands on the back of her head as she cupped his balls and lightly massaged them. Her tongue drew long, lazy circles on his ribbed, silky skin. She licked her way back up to the top again. Even though she was kneeling before him naked, following his commands, she didn’t really feel she was being humiliated. She was enjoying the satisfying feeling of inciting his arousal and controlling how and when he was pleasured.