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“Please…” She begged, her eyes filling with tears as she looked up at him.

He took in a deep breath as if inhaling the sweet, soft sound of her submissive voice.  Every woman had one.  Jon had noted it was true.  He could always reach a point with a submissive where he’d finally hear her particular pitch and the softness of her eyes when she knew she’d lost the struggle.

He caressed her copper-tinted hair and admired her dark skin against such flamingly aroused eyes.  His other hand was currently enjoying the high humidity between her thighs, he’d caused with his rubbing and teasing. Playing with a woman’s clit was always a bit of game since it moved with such liquidity.  It was a game he loved to play and was pretty good at it.

“Use your words.” He told her in a soft reprimand.

Her eyes blazed at him.  She hated having to beg, and begging specifically was just rubbing salt into the open wound of her surrender.  

“Please, let you go?” He wondered aloud.  “You know I won’t do that until we’re done here.  I already told you that.”

She growled softly and fought her bonds once more.

“You’re the one who was so sure she could withstand me and my pathetic attempts to break you.” Jon shrugged.  “How’s that going now?”

She was cuffed at her wrists and ankles on her bed.  Jon had already used scissors to strip her naked.  He’d seen her this way before, but that had been her choice.  This time it had been his.  He’d have been more careful, but she had been wearing old, comfortable clothes as they’d finished dinner and began to discuss their old debate about dominance and submission.

Saffron’s cries of outrage had been loud and long.  This was good.  He wanted her to be angry that he was doing this to her, and she couldn’t stop it.  Her body had quickly calmed when the last shred of clothes, the last remnants of her control of her environment, were gone.  

Jon had slowly stroked every inch of her, then got out the lotion.  Rubbing it everywhere, he waited until she was on her stomach before he spanked her the first time.  It had shocked her after such a relaxing moment.

“An experiment, Love.” He’d explained after the first swat.  Dipping his hand between her thighs, he checked her level of wetness.  It was more than he’d anticipated, which was very interesting.  

“I’m going to give you a spanking mixed with some stroking.  We’ll see if you’re more or less aroused when I’m done.” He then proceeded to spank her tight, round bottom with slow enjoyment.  

He’d speed up a little until he could hear the catch in her breath that heralded tears were close.  Stopping, Jon would then rub and tease her pussy a little unti her breathing changed to something more profound and needier.  The spanking would continue.

When he finished, he checked her once more to find she was a lot more aroused than she’d been when he’d started.

“Hmm…so…did you just endure the spanking or…did you enjoy it?” He grinned and shrugged.  “What do you think?”

Saffron told him then she’d thought he should do something biologically impossible to himself.  

“Hmm…more spanking needed, I guess?” He began to pat her bright red ass.

“No, please…” Saffron had whispered.

“Did you just beg me to stop?” He asked.

She remained silent.

He swatted her.  “I’ll ask only once more….did you…?”

She interrupted him.  “Yes, damn it.  Please, no more spanking?”

“Why?” He asked.

“It hurts!” She said it as if explaining it to a child.

“Love, we both know I wasn’t truly spanking you right then.  It stung, yes, but truly hurt?  I never let you get to tears.  Does the pain scare you, or does the other feeling frighten you more?” He squeezed her ass cheek then trailed to her swollen labia.

Saffron’s ass arched up.  

He teased her some more, and she writhed a little for him.  This was what had led to finally hearing her submissive voice.

“Please…” She said it once more.

He spanked her once on the other cheek.  “What did I say about using words?”

Her eyes began to overflow with tears, and her face flushed a deep red that he could even see through her dark coloring.

He outwaited her.  She sighed, and her body grew limp under his hands.

“Please, fuck me?” She begged.

“Good job, Love.” He cooed and caressed her hair.  This time, she leaned into his touch.  “But…no.”

Her eyes flew open.  “No?  No? But I begged.  I…I submitted.”

“Did you really?” He asked.  “I’m not sure.  Tell you what, I’m going to ask some questions and I want completely honest answers.  If, IF I think you told me the truth, then maybe I’ll give you what you beg for.  Understood?”

She eyed him, but he didn’t move or speak again.  At last, she nodded,  “I understand.”

He turned her over and leaned down to suck on one nipple then nibble. “Did you like your spanking more than you thought you would?” He murmured.  One hand kept constant contact with her pussy to keep her writhing a little.

“Mmm.” She made a sound of frustration.

“Yes, I’ll know if you lie, and you know that.” He said in an amused tone.

It was one of the things that both had attracted and scared her about him.  He didn’t fall for her usual evasions, half-truths, and outright lies.  She had no wiggle room with him.

“Did you?” He asked again.

“Yes.” She whispered.  

“Did you beg me to stop because of the pain then?” He asked.

She sighed.  “No.”

“No, Sir.” He prompted and teased her clit.

She groaned.  “No, Sir.”  Her body betrayed her as she shivered.

Jon wisely didn’t mention it.

“But who decides if I continue or not?” He asked as he reached under her to squeeze her tender bottom.

“You….Sir.” She choked back the emotion that came with saying so.

“I’d let you beg me to do it, too.” He offered.  “I’ll always let you beg me to do something to you.”

Her eyes heated a little.  “Likc fucking me?”

He arched an eyebrow.

Saffron pursed her lips but asked again, “Like fucking me, Sir?”

“Yes.  Although, full disclosure, you’d need to beg for the orgasm.” He admitted.  

“I know, Sir.” She sighed.  “I know you, I know how it works.”

“Did you experience a reaction when I made you call me by my title, Love?” He asked.

Saffron looked at him for a long moment as he moved to her other nipple.  “You know that I did, Sir.” She shivered once more.  “Yes, it does make me feel something.”

“Pleasant or unpleasant?” He asked.

“God, you’re going to drag it all out of me, aren’t you, Sir?” She now didn’t even have to think about using the title.

“If I have to, yes.  You’re not easy to…ah…pin down.” He smiled.

She raised her cuffed wrists a little.  “So I see.” She grinned slightly.

It was his turn to be quiet for a moment as he searched her eyes.  “Do you wish to be released?” He asked.

“Do I need to beg for it, Sir?” She asked.

“Technically, you already did, so not again, no.” He answered.

“Am I allowed to ask a question, Sir?” She asked.

“I will never punish or not allow you to ask a question, Love.” He promised.

She nodded.  “How does this make you feel, Sir?” Her eyes grew wide and deep.

He smiled and caressed her cheek.  “Powerful, amazing, blessed.”

“Blessed?” She asked.

“If you truly didn’t want me to do this to you, we both know you could have kept fighting.  You could roll off this bed and probably kick my ass.”  He answered.

She raised an eyebrow.  “With my ankles cuffed?”  

“You’d have figured something out.  I know you can take care of yourself.  So I feel blessed that you allowed me to try this because you were curious.”  He answered.

Saffron sighed.  “You know I hate it when you figure me out like that.” She paused.  “Sir.”

“And what is your conclusion?” Jon asked.

She slowly smiled and lay back on the bed.  “No, I don’t wish to be released, Sir.”

“Will I always need to use the restraints?” He asked with the implication of future sessions.

She nodded slowly.  “For the first few times, yes, Sir.  It makes it…easier for me.  Sorry.” She shrugged.

“I understand.”  He moved off her nipple and moved to the foot of the bed.

She watched him warily.  “Sir?”

He told her, “I’m going to uncuff your ankles. It will make this next part easier.”

“Next part, Sir?” She asked as he did as he said he would.

Pulling her closer.  “Yes.  You will keep your thighs spread and not move them.  Understood?  Or I will stop and leave you unsatisfied.”

Her eyes widened.  “Yes, Sir.”

Jon moved his mouth down closer to her pussy.  Saffron arched up to him without moving her thighs.

He spent a while tasting, probing her as she sighed, then moaned, and finally began to beg for him to finish her.

“Not yet, ” he told her. I’ll take you when and how I wish.”

She grunted.  “Well…I’m facing the wrong way for that, Sir.”

He laughed.  “So you are…do you prefer your wrists bound above your head or behind your back?”

She paused to let all of that sink in to her.  “Behind my back, please, Sir?” She begged.

He moved up her body with kisses to kiss her mouth intensely.  

She answered him with moaning passion.  

He undid her cuffs as they kissed, then ended the kiss.

“Over.” He commanded.

She didn’t hesitate or fight it, but flipped onto her stomach.

“Won’t you need the lube, Sir?” She asked, out of breath.

“Not for where I want you this time, Love.” He told her.

“Oh.” She responded.

“Unless you wish to beg me to get the lube?” He asked.

She fretted a moment.

“Never mind.  Too late.  Trust me to know what’s best.  Next time, you’ll beg for it without me having to prompt you.” He patted her ass after he cuffed her wrists behind her back.

He rose to stand behind her and admire the view.  She wiggled her bottom because she knew he would enjoy that.

Jon smacked her ass.  “Such a naughty girl.” He teased.

“Then you better spank me, Sir.” She murmured in a throaty voice.  “Please?”

He unzipped and stepped out of his clothes.  “I intend to, Love.”

His pelvis spanked her ass as he took her hard and strong.  His hand spanked he ass as well.

Saffron begged for an orgasm and was denied twice until he heard the sob in her voice before he relented.

She was very loud when she came for him, and he also came with her.