Free Just A Spanking: Tales of Dominance and Submission by Lisabet Sarai

despite her fear. Her pussy musk mingled with the sugary scent of the berries.
    “You can't escape, Jana. I've got you tied up tight, just the way you like. Safe and sound. I'm the one in control now. You don't have to fight anymore. Just open wide and let me take care of you.”
    I brought the laden spoon closer. All the while I held her gaze. “Trust me. I won't let anything bad happen to my girl.”
    “I can't,” she moaned.
    “You don't have any choice, not now. I'm in charge, and I'm responsible.”
    Hunger. That's what I read in her eyes. “I know you want it, Jana, just like you want me to bind and beat you. That's okay. There's nothing wrong with that, or with you. I love you, baby. That's why I'm doing this. Now open up.”
    I saw her struggle, and finally let go. She parted her plump lips and allowed me to deposit the contents of the spoon on her tongue. As she swallowed, I slipped my other hand into her drenched cunt. She gasped, tightening her inner muscles around my fingers.
    “Isn't that good?”   I presented her with another portion, stroking my thumb over her clit as she accepted it. “That's right.”   Again and again, I spooned the sweet concoction out of the bowl on the table and into her waiting mouth. Meanwhile, I kept my fingers busy in her cunt, fighting terror with lust.
    Every bite she accepted made me want her more. Under my clothes, my nipples were like granite pebbles and my clit pulsed like a second heart. I knew that this was far more difficult for her than any flogging or caning I could inflict. With each swallow, Jana confronted her most primal fear–in order to please me. I'd never experienced a more perfect surrender.
    Finally the bowl held nothing but a shallow, chocolate-hued puddle. I tossed the spoon away and took possession of Jana's sweet, sticky lips. “You really are my girl,” I murmured, licking a trace of whipped cream from the corner of her mouth. “You deserve a reward.”   Giving her clit a final tweak, I withdrew my hand from her soaked folds.
    “Oh, Mel....”  
    “Be back in a flash. Don't go away.”  
    Jana glanced down at the ropes encircling her torso and smiled. “I'm not going anywhere.”
    I raced to the bedroom, tore off my suit, and struggled into my favorite harness. I nearly came as I settled the double-headed dildo in place. It was the longest, fattest one in my collection –the one that always makes Jana scream.
      Her brows arched and her mouth made a perfect O when she saw me. She tugged at her bonds, not because she was trying to escape but because she knows how I love to see her struggle. I grabbed her hips, positioned my cock and drove it into her ready cunt in one fierce thrust. Wrapping her dancer's legs around my body, she allowed me to support and control her. She weighed next to nothing.
    As I clutched her ass and plunged the dildo into her juicy depths, she tightened around me. I felt every twitch of her inner muscles in my clit.
    “Fuck me, Mel,” she begged. “Harder!”  
    How could I deny my beautiful, brave, twisted girl?
    We came together. Pleasure roared through me like a freight train. My cunt spasmed around the silicon dildo base, sending the vibrations into Jana's pussy. She screamed and jerked in her bonds, grinding herself against the rod impaling her. The sight of her rope-encircled wrists launched me into a new flight of bliss.
    The echoes of our climax faded. I felt wobbly and weak. All at once Jana was almost too heavy for me to hold. She seemed to sense this. She relaxed her thighs. The dildo slipped out of her with a wet, sucking sound, sending a last bolt of pleasure to my clit. I helped her to stand then folded her into my arms, as well as I could given her bonds. The clips dug into my chest. I pulled them off, a bit roughly, because I knew that was what Jana wanted.
    “Thank you,” she whispered. Her tongue traced the contours of my ear. I shivered and held her tighter. “I–I couldn't have done that