THE GIFT

Victoria Blisse

He’d known to expect a present, known it would be something good, but he hadn’t known what it would be until he opens the hotel room door and sees his present on the bed. Naked.

He locks the door behind him and approaches the offering. From this angle he can only really see her ass and spread legs, stretched apart with the aid of a sleek, steel bar, her ankles encircled by black leather connected to the restraint with a few chain links. Her hands are bound with cuffs at the middle of her back, the same black leather, steel attachments, and chain.

Her hair is spread haphazardly over her shoulders, her cheek pressed to the sheets, facing away from him. He walks to the other side of the bed, wanting to see her face.

He smiles, noting his implements lovingly arrayed beside her. Crops, paddle, flogger, and something new. Black, long, threatening, with a beautifully turned wooden handle. Picking it up, he lovingly caresses it, looking intently as it shines, the Delrin plastic hard and unyielding. Joe notices her straining to watch him. So, with a smirk, he flexes the cane in the air. The unmistakable sound makes her nostrils flair. He repeats the action.

She hates canes but she loves them. They’ve been a talked-about thing, threats and promises, but he’s never used one on her before. Unwilling to force her forward—that benefits neither of them—he’s waited for her to make the first move.

And now it’s resting in his hands.

Bending low, he places his face in her line of sight.

“Well, Elizabeth, I can see you’ve been busy.”

He uses her full name when they play. It puts her immediately into his control.

“I knew you would treat me—you always do—but this is just the perfect gift for me.”

He watches the corner of her mouth curl in satisfaction.

“Now, what do I do with you? It would be particularly evil of me to just leave you there, wouldn’t it?” Joe turns and sits at the head of the bead. “To deny a pain slut what she desires would really rather satisfy my sadistic streak. The ultimate punishment.”

Sitting silently, he watches her. She moves her fingers and intakes breath. He lets the silence roll on, uncomfortable and heavy. Taunting her with its emptiness.

“But you have been such a good girl, going above and beyond to provide me with the perfect birthday present. Although you did deny me the pleasure of watching you getting all trussed up like that. I bet that was wonderfully entertaining.”

More silence. She hates to wait, but it is an essential part of any scene for them.

“And you have left out all these beautiful implements for me, including something shiny and new. It would really be a shame not to break in my new toy.”

Joe picks it up, taps his left hand with the tip.

“Maybe it’ll be all I use.”

Standing, he grabs all the implements and moves them out of her line of sight.

He takes his time undressing, slowly unfastening his belt, making sure it clinks loudly so she knows what’s going on.

When he touches her, she startles. Trailing just one finger over her buttocks, he contemplates his next move as she moans, a little release of pressure.

“What’s this?” he asks, taking the finger between her buttocks, lower, through her wet lips and running up and down between them. “You are soaked already. What a slut. Bound up and waiting and so fucking wet for me. Damn.”

A sharp slap to the left buttock shakes her whole body. He follows quickly with a strike to the right.

“I think I want to physically hurt you, Elizabeth. I want to let you give me the exact gift you planned. Tell me. Tell me what you want to happen.”

“Well, Sir. I wanted to surprise you. Give myself to you to do with as you will.”

A hard, flat-palmed slap shakes her.

“Not the clever answer you think I want to hear, Elizabeth. What do you want?”

“But Sir, if I tell you, you won’t give it to me,” she whines.

“If you don’t, I won’t give you anything,” he growls.

“Well, in that case—” Another crack makes her squeal and dance her feet within the give of the straps.

“I was hoping you’d come in and hit me with all the things, Sir. To give me amazing marks, to leave cane stripes, Sir. Then I want you to fuck me, like this, use me. That’s what I want.”

Gripping the cane, he presses it against her flesh.

“You want to be hit with all the toys but I just want to play with my new one.” Tapping it gently against her, he continues. “I’ll give you those stripes. Red, burning stripes across your delicate, white skin.”

Lifting the cane higher, Joe brings it down with confident ease, hitting but not at full strength, not yet.

“Ah!” she yelps.

“Hush now. Don’t want the whole corridor to know what a pain slut you are.”

Another impact, a little harder, and she whimpers.

Joe switches back to light taps, gently stinging, then pulls his arm back into the air. Elizabeth clenches, anticipating the hit. He cuts the air with the cane but stops the strike before it lands.

She lets go of her breath, relaxes, and then he hits, without warning.

“Fucking ouch!” she yells.

“What did I say?”

“Fucking ouch, Sir,” Elizabeth repeats at a normal level. “And sorry but it hurt a lot, Sir. It just exploded out.”

“Damn, impulsive woman.”

A hit to the back of her thighs elicits a whine, quietly blown through clenched teeth.

“Better.”

The next blow has her calling for leniency. If she meant it, she would call amber. It is just part of the game. So he leaves her another rapidly developing stripe of red across the backs of her thighs.

“How does it feel?”

“Hot and tight, and rolling and stinging and it really fucking hurts, Sir. It won’t go.”

“No? What about if I do this?”

He hits again, once, twice, three times in quick succession.

“That,” she squeaks, “that makes it all the worse, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“My pleasure.” He smirks.

And the strikes continue and she strains harder and harder not to make noise and he delights more and more in his control and her submission. When she is striped, sore, and snuffling back tears, he fucks her.

“Jesus Christ, you’re wet and tight, you pain-loving, submissive sub.”

He doesn’t hear her response; her face is buried in the sheets and she is not forming words. It’s just pure pleasure spilling from her lips.

Joe pulls on her cuffs, arching her back and using that extra stability to fuck her all the harder. Her cunt clutches; she is rolling in pleasure, in the zone, completely and utterly used, hurting and in ecstasy. He feeds off that, coming hard when he just can’t take any more.

“Happy birthday, Sir,” she mumbles, as he begins the process of releasing her.

“Thank you, Elizabeth. You’re the best.”