CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37 THE NEW DYNAMIC

They walked into her bedroom.

“Strip.”She ordered.

He was more than glad to do that.

He was tingling all over as he did as she instructed.

Once naked, she wandered around him, inspecting his body.

His manhood quietly bobbed in the chill of the air-conditioned air like a racehorse straining to get out of the starting gates.

She enjoyed teasing him, walking slowly around him, occasionally touching him, feeling out his muscles and his ass as though he was some bull about to be auctioned, leaning in to inhale the scent from his skin.

She patted his rigid cock and Mason held himself back from pushing her to the bed and burying himself inside of her.

It was his manly instinct.

But he had to remind himself that he was to submit now.

“Lie on the bed, Mason.”She instructed.

He did so hoping she was going to ride him.

Craning his head to look at her, he watched as she whipped off her coat.

Mason gasped as he saw that she wasn’t wearing panties.

He had seen her a lot of times, and each time, he was always amazed by her beauty.

Framed by the garters holding up her stockings, her pussy was positively mouthwatering.

She only wore black lace and crimson santon of a beautiful and luxurious corset.

It took his breath away. The corset she wore enhanced her curves, pushed up her cleavage and emphasized her glorious femininity.

She was stunning, she was extraordinary, she was a goddess.

He was falling for her all over again.

“You like?”She asked him, she could definitely tell from his expression what kind of an effect her outfit was having on him.

Mason nodded.

She beamed at him and approached the bed.

She crawled slowly up his body like some kind of panther on the hunt, slinking up towards his head...a devilish seductress who had come to take his soul.

She invoked ripples of arousal all through his body.

What an incredible creature he had before him, so close he could smell her intoxicating scent.

Mason pushed up his hips to her as the intense heat of her body pressed to his, he tried to tempt her to use his manhood so she could put him out of his misery.

But she wasn’t having any of it.

She continued moving up his body, giving him her heat and nothing more.

Now she stared at him, face to face.

“Have you forgotten that you need to be punished?”

“For what?”

“For not speaking to me for two days.”

Mason guessed that she just needed a reason to punish him so he played along.

“Punish me, Mistress.” He urged.

She smirked and suddenly moved away from his body.

Was her punishment to make him sexually frustrated?

He was dying here.

“Turn over. Lie on your belly.”She ordered.

Mason couldn’t help but offer a wide-eyed look of surprise but he certainly didn’t object.

What exactly did she have in mind?

He turned around so that his back was to her.

He looked sideways and watched her leave the bed.

She exited the bedroom and when she came back, she was holding ropes and a whip.

A whip?

Was she going to hit him?

Well, he didn’t need to panic.

She was a woman.

She couldn’t possibly hit him hard enough for it to hurt.

He laid there as she tied him to the bed.

His hands and his legs.

How she could tie him up so tight and securely was beyond him.

He wondered how he looked right now, naked and tied up to the four-poster bed.

“Why are you getting punished,my pet?” She asked.

“Because I didn’t speak to you.”

“And?”

“I gave you the silence treatment.”

“I ought to punish you more than this. But because you’re new to this. I’ll go easy on you. Remember the safe word,okay?”

“Okay.”

And then Mason laid there, wondering what she would do to him after this.

And then it comes hard, snapping across his backside.

The bite of the whip was unexpectedly so fucking painful.

He gasped, involuntarily.

“Count, Mason.”She ordered.

“One.” He murmured.

Holy fuck!

She hit him again and the pain pulsed and echoed along the line of the belt.

“Two.” He choked out.

And she said she was going easy on him?

This is easy?

What happens if she goes hard?

He desperately scrabbled around his psyche looking for some internal strength.

The whip cut into his flesh again.

“Ahh...Three.” He gasped.

He had clearly underestimated this woman’s strength.

After all, she had a lot of experience doing this.

“Four.” Mason breathed.

He should use the safeword.

But then what would that make him?

He was a man.

A man who had gone through a lot of rigorous training, had dealt with criminals, had fought with criminals.

He could handle this.

She hit him again.

“Five.”

His back felt as if it’s on fire.

“Six.”He whispered as the blistering pain cut across him again.

Two more and then he heard the whip drop.

She moved around the bed and untied him.

“Turn around.”

He was panting heavily as he turned to face her.

He leaned on his arms because his back felt too sensitive to touch the bed.

She cupped his chin.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded.

And then she ran a finger across his lips.

It was fucked up that her action got him aroused despite being in pain.

“I like the sounds you make each time the whip touched you.”

Seeing this side of Gianna was both exciting and unnerving.

She moved down his body and wrapped her fingers around his dick.

She started to stroke it slowly.

Mason lifted up his hands to place it on her hair, to urge her to do more but then he recalled that he wasn’t supposed to do anything unless he was told to.

Sighing, he leaned once more on his arms while she continued to stroke him.

It felt so good.

Gianna ran her thumb across the head of his cock, spreading his pre-cum.

He moaned.

The more she stroked him, the harder and bigger he became.

She took off her heels and her outfit.

Then she kneeled on the bed while holding his eyes captive.

If he wondered what she was up to, he never said.

The right corner of his mouth curled as she threw her leg over his waist.

Grasping his hardness, she directed it inside of her.

The stretch burned a bit and I had to rethink and take it slow.

Inch by inch, she lowered herself onto him, then rose to her knees to give herself some space.

He filled her to the brim.

Their gazes collided.

His jaw was clenched tight. The tendons on his neck were stretched and straining.

His eyes were dark and gorgeous.

Her palm rested against his chest to make him lie flat on the bed.

She felt his pulsating cock and bent down until their foreheads collided.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“Ahh.”He moaned.

Sitting up, she groaned at the delicious feeling of being full.

She leaned forward for maximum contact and lifted up slightly trying to locate her spot.

She gasped when his cock stabbed it.

From that point on, every movement as made, up and down and even some hip rotation was all about hitting her spot.

Before long, Gianna was in her groove and taking more and more of him.

But she needed him to do some work.

She moved away from him and laid on the bed beside him.

“Fuck me.” She instructed.

In the space of a heartbeat, he came over her and lifted her thigh.

He held it in the crook of his arm and thrust forward.

The swiftness of his movements took her by surprise.

It took a moment to catch his rhythm but once she did, they danced in sync.

He positioned her so that he hit her spot with each thrust.

She was going blind with pleasure as he sped up, slamming into her with precision.

“Uhmm...shit.” She moaned as her body caught fire.

Gianna seized up as her body aced but he didn’t slow down.

“Come with me.” She growled.

It was as though she had released him from some hidden restraints.

His pace increased like a horse heading to the finish line.

She yelled as her body exploded.

Mason slammed into her once, twice and froze on the third thrust...grunting deep in his throat.

Her heartbeat was so hard and fast that she was afraid of an heart attack.

*******

As the aftershock of the orgasm faded, Gianna got an ointment.

She sat behind him and gently applied it on his back.

When she was done, Mason turned to face her.

He saw that she was deep in thought.

He held her hand.

“What is it?”

“Before, after I hurt them, I like the marks I leave behind and I feel no remorse, but now, I...knowing I caused you pain makes me feel guilty.”

“Did you not like the experience of doing it with me?”

“I did. It felt as if I was in cloud nine. I felt the same excitement, but now seeing the results makes me question my actions.”

Mason cupped her cheeks.”Gigi, I am not in any pain of a sort. If anything, I liked what you did to me, so do not ever feel guilty. Remember, I’m your Superman who can also submit to you.”

Gianna smiled.

“We do not need to do this all the time, so don’t feel any pressure. Sometimes, we can have our romantic moments, we can be romantic to each other, but if you feel like doing a role play, I’m always up for it. I love you. And tonight may just be the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.”

Gianna felt pleased and happy to hear that.

She leaned against him.

She loved the new dynamic their relationship had taken.