On Your Knees

Chapter 5 ~ Pain and Pleasure

  A/N ~ So I deleted my original fifth chapter because I was just incredibly unhappy with how it turned out so I decided to rewrite it when I'm not high as fuck. I know there are a few spelling mistakes but as long as it makes sense I'm just going to power through and try and crank out as much as I can before going through and fixing all the M's to N's. 

Please just bare with and hopefully enjoy the story. If you have any ideas by all means feel free to comment and let me know and I'll see what I can do with it ^-^ 

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I crawl my way up the table and rest on all fours, the anticipation bubbles in my stomach, he reaches over me and removes the leash from my collar.
I can feel him tracing his fingertips down my back sending soft tingles down my spine.

His fingers are inside me and I can feel the plug moving, the fur from the tail tickles the back of my thighs as it swishes gently with his movements. I moan and buck my hips to match his rhythm, it doesn't take long for me to cum. 

Alistair takes out his fingers and I can feel fluid dripping down in between my legs, placing both his hands on my hips, he pushes the tip of his cock inside me and I stretch with every inch. We moan together and his grip around me tightens. My body is still coming down from my last orgasm but I can feel another quickly following, my pussy tingles and I'm sensitive to the touch. 

 "You're so fucking tight Kitten." His words make my cheeks burn crimson and I can feel the plug moving with him, it pushes against him inside to the point that it's painful to try and take both him and the plug.

I wince as he begins to thrust and dig my nails into the table but Alistair can tell I'm not comfortable, he stops and grabs something close by.

The lube drips down and the chill makes me quiver, it coats his cock as he pulls out softly to thrust in again and the chill follows him inside my pussy making me shake. The sensation is almost indescribable but the coolness soon dissipates and leaves me with a pleasurable icy chill. 

He's easier to take now and slides in and out of me, groaning each time. Alistair trails his hand up my back until I can feel his hand tangle in my hair and yanks my head back with no warning. The collar chokes me, my back arches and his cock presses against my sweet spot making me moan and squirm. 

I can feel his cock pulsating inside me, tensing with me. It's making me hot and I can feel the sweat dripping down my sides and between my thighs.

His hand is placed on my hip, his fingers gliding along my skin with ease. I've scratched wood off of the perfectly polished table I'm on and I can tell that my knees are already red and bruised.

He's panting against my skin, our moans are filling the room and I can feel his cock pulsing again.
My knees are going weak and both of his hands are on my hips now, holding me up. His nails are breaking the skin on my hips, he's breathing harder and I feel his cum fill me.
We moan together, I push against him and I feel his hands on my back.

My knees are shaking, we both needed to take a moment to breathe. He pulls away from me slowly and I hold myself up on the table.
Beads of sweat run down my arms and down my chest.
"I'm going to remove the plug now. I just need you to relax and breathe but I'll be slow."
He was slow and surprisingly gentle but it didn't feel any better coming out then it did going in and I couldn't help but wince softly.

This wasn't our first time fucking but it was the first time he'd fucked me like that.

My throat still felt tight and as I pushed myself onto my knees I could hear him moving around in the room, presumably putting things back in place, cleaning what had been used, I could hear the jingle of the leash.

I spun around to find him, still naked but facing away from me as he opened a mini fridge in the corner of the room. Water and energy drinks.
Alistair took one of each and turned back to me, holding both up as if to ask which one.

I pointed for the energy drink, my eyes were heavy and I could feel an impending crash due any second.
He sat next to me on the table and glugged his water.

The room was quiet as we drank and breathed.
"So?" He asked but never finished the question.
"So what?"
"I'm not asking if you enjoyed it. I could tell you did," he was so casual when he spoke that it made my cheeks burn "but would you do it again?"

My eyes trailed over the walls, the harnesses, whips and god knows what else laid upon them and each one sent a shiver down my spine. Each one excited me.
"I'd do it again." He smiled and threw an arm over my shoulders, I rested against him and we sat on the table, sweaty and naked.

Alistair had pretty much forced me into a bath so I could soak and recover. He had filled it with bubbles and assured me that if I called he would hear me from the kitchen.

It was strange how fast he changed, from an intimidating dom to just casual charming Alistair.

While soaking my mind wandered. Hours ago we were sat at my shitty dining table in my crappy apartment and now I was soaking in a lavish tub.

Alistair had worked hard for his money, he wasn't born into a rich family or had his buisness waiting for him.
He started out as a tattoo apprentice a few years ago.

It was actually how we met, Alia worked in the same parlour, she'd done some of my first tattoos.
Once Alistair started she recommended him, the first time I met him he was stabbing me with a needle so it's hardly a surprise to find out he's a sadist.

Over the years he worked his way up until he bought the place. Except for the occasional smoke and party I never really saw where Alistair spent his money.
Now I guess he put it into his home.

The door to the bathroom creaked open and I was pulled from my thoughts.
"You look like you're away with the fairies." I shook my head with a small laugh and sat up.
The bubbles kept me covered but I didn't feel the need anymore.
"I was thinking of how we met."
Alistair grinned, invited himself in and perched on the side of the tub. He'd rolled his sleeves up and let his hand fall into the water.

His fingers loosely wrapped around my leg, pulling it from the water until my thigh was revealed and the ink with it.
"I think I gave you a good deal." The tattoo had been that of an octopus, all black with tentacles down my leg and splitting around my knee.

"Because I was Alia's friend." He scoffed at my response.
"Because you were hot. And it was nice to see you squirm." For once my cheeks didn't burn but he made me smile. "Dinners done so finish up and join me in the kitchen." Of course I nodded, as he left the scent of meaty spice and tomato wafted in and I was unbelievably hungry.

I pulled the plug on the bath and stood up, wiping any clinging bubbles off my skin before stepping out.
I dressed before joining him for dinner.

We ate, laughed and reminisced about the past, to any outsiders we would of looked like a normal couple.

How well four walls can hold secrets...