Chapter 13: Hammering and Pounding

Once they were back inside the dungeon, Finn indicated with his hand that she strip, and like a trained pet, Lilli quickly complied.

Soon she stood before him naked except for the chastity belt and her three-inch heels. It was always a shock—how indecent it felt to be exposed and naked before Finn while he remained clothed. She knew it was one of the ways that he asserted authority over her. Seated comfortably on his throne, Finn took his time admiring her body while she tried not to fidget.

Eventually he murmured, “So it begins.” There was absolute commitment underlying his mild manner.

Lilli could barely contain the smile threatening to break on her face. The naughty Mr. Hyde had come out to play…and it felt like the major leagues.

Finn reached into the bag lying next to the chair, searching for something. Finding it, he then stood and took one step forward that put him directly in front of her. He dangled a riding crop. It was a pretty, sparkly thing, multicolored rhinestones decorating the handle.

“I thought of you when I bought this,” he said. “Just like you, it’s both naughty and nice…depending on how I use it.”

Fear curled in her belly, sharpening her senses. Everything would be heightened, and Lilli guessed that he already knew that would happen. Taking her by the hand, Finn led Lilli to the spanking bench. He bent her down over it and then pulled her hair to raise her face to him. He kissed her firmly on the mouth, his tongue tasting of wine from dinner. Finn released her then and held the crop in front of her. Opening her mouth with his finger, he slid it lengthwise between her teeth and told her to bite down.

Leaning over her back, he whispered into her ear, “Don’t drop it, unless you want me to use it on you.”

Her fear spiked—he’d never whipped her with a crop before. It spiked higher still when Finn placed a black satin blindfold over her eyes and began the process of securing her ankles and wrists. Every single part of her was now excruciatingly alert, expecting, anticipating. Impatiently waiting for her punishment to begin. Not wanting it to begin at all.

Lilli smelled the leather and over that a spikier smell—antiseptic she guessed. The padded leather on the bench felt smooth on her belly and breasts, the air on her exposed skin cool. Even his breathing sounded loud to her sensitized ears. The dildo, still locked into place with the chastity belt, felt huge within her. And the crop in her mouth had become a gag, keeping her from speaking or even crying out lest she drop it. Everything seemed larger than life, including the fiery arousal that ignited in her body.

Finally, he was done restraining her, and Lilli waited anxiously but also calmly—as always, that secret part of herself found comfort in her need for pressure on her body. With Finn, she’d found acceptance in it, normalcy. Since it no longer surprised or bothered her, she was free to just exist, to turn off the outside world and live in every sensation, pain or pleasure.

Lilli heard more rummaging in the bag and uselessly turned her face in that direction. Only blackness greeted her. Huffing a sigh, she turned away and waited again, tensing, for the spanking she knew was coming. Finn was noiseless, but she sensed that he had moved closer. Her buttocks tightened in spiking alarm.

Nothing.

Lilli took a deep breath, willed her body to relax. Still she waited, impatience winning over her trepidation.

Crack. The leather paddle sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room.

“Aagh,” she groaned, barely remembering to keep her mouth shut on the crop. The pain was minimal, she’d endured worse in the weeks since she’d started her training, but the delay had caught her off guard.

She was ready now and bit down hard on the contrived gag. She had no intention of dropping it.

Finn rained down several more swats, and Lilli felt her ass flair with warmth that spread outward and downward to inflame the tingling heat between her legs. As desire curled around and through her, she was becoming lost in the moment, living in the sensations coursing through her body. Finn had been right the night they came together—this extreme play, this mild pain—it all turned her on, aroused her like nothing else. As she twitched and pulled at her restraints, Lilli didn’t know whether she wanted to pull free or wanted more of his discipline.

She got more. Several more.

Then Finn stopped and walked around toward her. “All day you disobeyed my directions like a willful child. So, like a naughty child, you were spanked.” He was taunting her, trying to get a rise out of her, but she wisely kept her mouth shut. “Miss Lilli, have you learned the lesson that only docile obedience will be tolerated…and rewarded?”

With the crop in her mouth Lilli couldn’t answer, so she nodded vigorously. Her ass felt hot, but the ache between her legs was worse—she wanted him filling her, not the dildo. She relaxed, knowing that would soon happen. Resting her chin on the bench, she waited for him to release her ankles and wrists. She couldn’t help smiling, almost giggling, around the crop in her mouth. She had won this round. Master Thrash had lost to her!

Then almost simultaneously the vibrator whirred to life—full strength—distracting Lilli with intense rioting pleasure.

Crack. Crack. Twice the paddle slammed into her ass with stunning force.

“Ouch!”

Too late, Lilli realized the crop was sliding from her mouth. Too late, she snapped her mouth closed, but there was no way to stop it falling to the ground. “I didn’t mean to drop it. I’m sorry. Please give me another chance.”

She heard the rustle of Finn picking up the crop. Next, the potent whisper of it slicing the air. Practice strokes, the sound making her quiver.

Lilli wailed, her lament filling the room. “I’m sorry.”

At her ear, he murmured low, “Not yet…but you will be.”

She wailed again, the cry of someone both fearful and expectant. Her entire body tensed, her buttocks tight. She held her breath, dreading the coming pain. Thrilling to the unknown.

“Relax, Lilli,” Finn laughed. “It will be better that way. Trust me. Or safe-out if you really don’t want this.”

She took a deep breath and tried very hard to relax her muscles. It wasn’t going to happen.

“Have it your way then,” Finn said. Lilli heard another whoosh, whoosh of practice. She stiffened even more.

“Sir! Wait.” She twisted in her restraints to try to look at him. With a tug, he pulled her mask off, and she blinked in the sudden light. “May I ask a question, Sir?”

“Go ahead.”

“How many times are you going to hit me with the crop? I mean, Sir, if I may…ah…what is the penalty for dropping it?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Finn’s grin was as wicked as the devil. “Anything else you care to ask?”

There it was. Finn was giving her the chance to use her safe-out.

“No, Sir,” she replied, surprised by how strong she sounded. Finn rewarded her with a big smile.

He indicated that she turn her head away. Lilli rested her face on the bench and focused on the pulsating dildo inside her, grateful for the distracting pleasure.

The vibrator slowed, then stopped.

Damn.

The swift removal of the belt and dildo followed. Lilli was left empty except for her fearful anticipation. There was only the slightest whisper of warning, before Finn sliced the crop down upon her already red derriere. Lilli howled. This new razor-sharp pain was hotter and more focused and rawer than anything she’d yet experienced.

Almost immediately, another stroke made contact with her ass. She struggled with her restraints, fighting their hold while anticipating the next strike. Her ass was a flaming, burning thing, quivering uncontrollably, and all that blazing heat put every nerve in Lilli’s body on high alert. It flooded her clenching pussy with moisture. Tied down and waiting, she was laser focused on the man wielding all that power, desperate for his thick shaft to bring some relief to the ache between her legs. Practically out of her mind, Lilli struggled again to pull free, wanting to throw herself at Finn.

He seemed patient to wait until she settled before resuming the cropping. Finally, Lilli calmed. Breathing heavily, she waited apprehensively for Finn to start again. When nothing happened, Lilli arched up to look over her shoulder at him. The expression on his face was indescribable. He stared at her as if frozen in time. Something was going on inside her Dom’s head, but she hadn’t a clue what.

Then, just like that, Finn threw the crop over his shoulder, giving her a shrug and a grin. “Bollocks! I want you too much to wait another minute. The rest of your punishment is postponed.”

Lilli met his smile, beaming like she’d won the lottery. Finn rushed to undo her restraints while she gloated silently. She had lasted through it, had not let him down, and by the overwhelming ache in her pussy, Lilli knew it was an experience that her body had enjoyed.

Finn dropped the last cuff and helped her rise. He scooped her into his arms and carried her upstairs to the pretty bedroom with its four-poster bed.

However, instead of the bed, Finn laid her into the large bucket swing hanging from the rafters. She was placed so that her pussy just cleared the edge of the seat, her legs hanging open to the side. He’d already draped soft towels over it, so the firm rubber didn’t irritate her sore behind. He leaned over and gave her a kiss, and her hands crept into his soft hair. He groaned when her tongue entered his mouth to tangle with his. Then he gave the swing a slight push, and she drifted away from him. Lilli floated back and forth while he stripped off his clothes.

In minutes, Finn was back. Lilli sucked in her breath when she saw his raging hard-on. He grabbed hold of the sturdy chains to stop the rocking and leaned down. He kissed her tenderly, his body weight resting on her as they swayed gently. The swing’s height was perfect. Finn’s erection nestled at the apex of her thighs, nudging her with each rock. It felt delicious and so wicked. In her wildest fantasies, Lilli never would have thought that she would have such wild sex.

“How do you feel?” he whispered, nuzzling her.

Her dangerous, wicked lover was gone—replaced by his considerate, affectionate twin. Lilli sighed. She loved this side of him, but she wanted, needed, her wicked, voracious Mr. Hyde to bring her relief.

She smiled audaciously at him. “Wonderful. Delicious. But I didn’t think we were on this thing to talk. Maybe I’m the one who should use the crop. To get my stallion to do his job.”

Lilli giggled before breaking eye contact and looking away, never quite sure where that fine line stood between playfulness and disobedience.

“Such a naughty, naughty imp you are.” With one finger, he guided her face back toward his. “I suggest, sweet little bird, that you don’t forget for even one second who’s in control of whom here.” But he belied his warning with a smirk.

Lilli responded with over-the-top meekness. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours to do with as you see fit.”

He reached down and took hold of her hair with both hands, gripping it in tight bunches, before lowering his mouth. Finn held Lilli in place as his lips worked over hers, his tongue plunging into and out of her mouth. The many hours of extreme foreplay came rushing back like a potent aphrodisiac. She was instantly ready for him—aching and wet—and she needed Finn inside her this instant. She reached down to grasp at him, and Finn growled at her. Without breaking the kiss, he released her hair and grabbed her hands, forcing them over her head.

Resuming his leisurely kiss, he held her in place. She moaned in an agony of wanting, but her Dom, the dark and dangerous version of her lover, was back and in charge. Masterfully in control of his own lust, Finn seemed content to just let his hard-on nestle at her wet, waiting pussy. Each nudge a fresh torment. Lilli squirmed beneath him, trying to increase the friction, but he would have none of it. He pulled his pelvis backward so that only the very tip of his cock now grazed her sex.

Finn sucked one breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight bud. She moaned louder. Wasn’t he ever going to fuck her? She wanted to beg, to scream, but understood it was useless. She whimpered instead, thrashing about uncontrollably. Just when Lilli thought she couldn’t take another moment, Finn pulled back and guided himself into her aching, dripping hole. Finn gave her such a hot, hungry look, she trembled around him.

“Yes…please, yes.”

Then Finn stood up straight, took hold of the chains, and began to push the swing forcefully back and forth. With each rock, his shaft thrust deep inside before dragging almost all the way out again. Over and over, he let the weight and force of the swing do the fucking for them while they remained almost motionless, only his arms working. Lying on her back in the swing, it was unlike anything Lilli had felt before—a sense of weightlessness and the soothing swaying motion lulled while at the same time the friction of his cock drove her relentlessly toward climax. She could neither speed up the journey nor slow it down.

Finn was staring at her body in wonder. “You feel amazing…so tight and wet. I could do this forever.”

Lilli loved the look of pure elation on his face.

Then he increased the speed, pushing the swing harder and forcefully pulling it back again. The sound of their bodies slapping together grew faster, louder, joined by her erotic cries. It was overwhelming, and her eyes slid shut. Lilli rode a dark tunnel of wet, hot longing, edging ever closer to release. Finn pushed even faster, and the increased friction brought her closer. Finn’s hand slid across her body to first pinch a nipple before traveling lower to flick her clit.

Lilli burst wide open, riding a glorious crest of fiery sensation that seemed infinite, her pussy pulsing with each thrust as Finn pounded her ever harder. Just as she started to settle back to earth, Finn jerked the swing to a stop. He exploded, groaning, juddering, and out of control until he, too, slowed. She watched his eyes open and search her out.

“That!” Finn panted. “That…” He seemed incapable of speaking. Instead, Finn lowered his head to nestle between her breasts. They both lay still, panting, sweat glistening off their skin. “Amazing,” he managed between shaky breaths.

They stayed there for a time. Lilli on her back in the swing, legs dangling, and Finn standing draped over her. Neither talked. Having shared this incredible experience together—that was enough.

Later, Finn carried her to the bed, and they snuggled on the plush mattress. She fell into a deep sleep and didn’t rouse until he commanded it.