Free Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce

Please!
Give me another chance.”
    That was enough. The belting stopped. Emily didn’t see, but
she heard the belt drop. Then instead of leather, it was flesh on
her ass – a strong masterful hand softly stroking the hurt he had
caused.
    “A first?” he asked.
    “Yes!” she blurted.
    “And will this be a first?”
    Through her hurt she felt a finger invade into the depths of
her crack. It settled on her pucker to tease the little bud. This
wouldn’t be the first finger if he decided to enter her anally, but
Emily knew that wasn’t the question.
    “Yes, Master... Not even my husband... You will be the
first.”
    You will be the first! It was total acceptance of the Fate in
store. But then how could she resist Her Nemesis!

Chapter 7
    “Say it again!”
    “Please, Master... Please fuck me. Please fuck me up the ass
where no man has ever fucked me before.”
    “You’re getting there, Blondie. I don’t think anyone would
doubt your sincerity. But what is it that you want, and I mean
truly want? Ask for it nicely and you just might get
it.”
    From the floor where she now lay, Emily looked up to Her
Nemesis, who stood towering over her, with a towering erection that
was demanding some more attention. It was an odd question to be
asked, and it took her by surprise, forcing Emily to think when for
the last five minutes she’d just reacted: grovelling at his feet,
kissing his shoes again, accepting his cock back down her throat
and miraculously not gagging, saving herself the torture of another
punishment. Emily was struck by the irony of it all. She was a
woman with corporate power. She had the influence to dismiss
someone like this man yet it was Her Nemesis who had all the
control – down here in the basement he was the Master, and Emily
was the slave. And even now when perhaps a choice could be made,
Emily realised she didn’t have one – that was the true meaning of
control.
    But a question had been asked and an answer must be given – so
what did she truly want?
    For him to fuck her cunt instead – hours of rutting the way
nature intended with a portion of spunk fired out at the end, and
multiple orgasms for her? That would be a treat indeed, and one
Emily prayed would happen. If the power was with her then she
undoubtedly would have insisted that he gave her such an
experience... but it would have been empty, because the dynamics
would have been wrong. This was Her Nemesis, Her Master as well –
the power was his and he’d already stated what HE wanted. And what
Emily wanted – what she truly wanted – was to give him the pleasure
he sought.
    “I want you to fuck me up the ass, Master. I want the pain,
and I want the risk... I want whatever it takes...”
    “Fair enough!” Then that’s what you’ll get.”
    Joining her on the floor, the man pushed Emily onto her back,
raising her legs and forcing them behind so that she rolled upwards
onto her shoulder blades. That hurt! She was used to a soft
mattress and less of the contortions. A blanket would have helped,
but all she had was the hard cement floor that was unforgiving on
her delicate frame. Her muscles protested but she did not disobey.
She held her legs open for him, keeping the position as Her Master
knelt between them and touched her pucker, teasing the pink anal
flesh with the tip of his index finger.
    He snorted. Emily feared it was derision – her offering not
quite as the man had hoped – perhaps flawed in some mysterious way.
Emily had never felt inclined to check, so she had no idea what her
asshole looked like. It was sensational as it happens – a lovely
pink starburst next to a lovely juicy cunt. There was derision all
right, but not directed at Emily.
    “God - it’s so beautiful! Best ass I’ve seen it a long, long
time... And never once! In how many years?” Her Nemesis
asked.
    “Four,” Emily admitted, realising what he meant.
    “Four years... with this at his disposal, and not even
slipping you a finger I