Over His Knee, Part Three by Hannah Ford

Chapter 3

LILLIANA

The hardwood floor is smooth against my palms and knees, and for that I am thankful.

Grayson follows behind me, and I try not to feel self-conscious about my ass in the air, my naked body totally on display for him.

When we get to the door at the side of the room, he places his palm against yet another sensor and the light burns green.

He opens the door, revealing nothing but blackness.

I have no idea what’s inside this room, or even what’s right in front of me, but I take a deep breath and force myself forward into the darkness. Even though I can’t see, instantly I register the coldness of the room, the hardness of the floor underneath me, so hard it feels like concrete.

Grayson pushes a button on the wall, and a dim red light fills the room, casting everything in an eerie glow. In the far corner, on top of a shag cream rug, sits a huge four-poster bed, covered in a red duvet embroidered with a black abstract pattern. The rest of the room is filled with things I don’t recognize, things that can only be described as instruments of torture -- contraptions with leather handcuffs hanging from them, spikes and ropes and metal bars everywhere.

“Crawl to the bed, Lilliana, and lie down on your back.”

I do as I’m told, lying across the duvet, which is soft against my skin and feels good after my spanking earlier and my trip across the concrete floor of this room.

I watch as Grayson approaches me slowly, his movements languid and controlled as he removes his cuff links and places them on a small table next to the bed. He begins to unbutton his own shirt then, and I watch as he peels the expensive fabric from his skin, revealing a body so flawless it looks as if it’s been airbrushed.

Broad shoulders, ripped pecs, a six-pack with ridges so defined I want to dip my finger into them. A soft line of hair starts at his navel and trails to his waistband before disappearing below his belt.

I can see the outline of his cock through his pants, hard and thick, and I’m filled with fear at the thought of something so big being inside of me.

I need to know you want it to hurt.

I bite the inside of my cheek and take deep breaths, trying not to panic.

“Relax, baby,” Grayson says, as if he can sense my anxiety. He traces a finger down my neck, then down between my breasts.

He takes my arms and pushes them up over my head. A second later, he pulls a pair of handcuffs out of the table by the bed, and a second after that, I’m cuffed to the bed, trapped.

I suck in a breath as the urge to panic again fills my body. I writhe on the bed, but Grayson lays his body down on top of mine, forcing me still.

“Shhh.” His finger slips over my lips and he kisses me softly. “Do you know what a safe word is, Lilliana?”

I nod.

“Our safe word is ‘office’. If you say that word, I will stop everything and uncuff you, do you understand?”

I nod again, not trusting myself to speak.

His lips brush my neck, his teeth biting into my soft flesh.

I moan and arch my back instinctually, wanting more of this, more of him.

He slides further down my body, to my breasts, pulling each nipple into his mouth, sending waves of warm pleasure through me. He continues sucking my nipples, hefting my breasts in his hands as he moves back and forth between them.

Back and forth, over and over, the exquisite sensations building inside of me. Just when I think I’m going to come, just from him sucking on my breasts, he stops and continues his descent down my body.

When he gets to my stomach, I tense again, self-conscious.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, and then his hands are on my thighs, spreading them open slowly, as if he’s unwrapping a present.

I try to push my legs back together, my heart beating a rapid rhythm against my rib cage at the thought of being so exposed.

“Keep your legs spread.” He pushes them back open, his strength no match for mine. “Have you ever been eaten out, Lilliana?”

“No, sir.”

He removes one of his hands from my thighs and slides his thumb over my clit. My hands form into fists and I pull tight against the cuffs, but of course there’s nowhere for me to go.

At the same time, the thigh he’s not holding instinctually moves back toward my center in an attempt to close my legs.

He immediately pushes it back open, and then delivers a stinging slap to my exposed pussy.

I gasp at the pain.

“If you do that again, I’ll hit you harder. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

His hands slip under my knees, and he lowers his mouth to my pussy. I watch his shoulder muscles bunch, taut under this skin, his hard jawline and full lips as he blows softly on my pussy.

I mewl, writhing again on the bed.

“Stay still.”

And then his tongue is on me, licking my slit, warm and hot and so good my toes curl.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe and then his tongue is swirling around my clit, soft and teasing.

“I’m going to make you come before I fuck you,” he breathes, and then he’s back to sucking, licking, teasing, his mouth and fingers playing me so expertly that I feel as if I’ve left my body. There’s nothing – nothing exists in this moment except for him and I, the pleasure of the sensations as the stubble of his jaw scrapes across the inside of my thighs and his mouth feasts on my pussy.

“Grayson,” I say, “Grayson, please… I’m going to come.”

“Beg me.”

“Please.” I’m whimpering now as he moves his mouth away from me and I lift my hips up, trying to get his mouth back on me.

This earns me another slap on my pussy, harder than the last one, and the pain is just as shocking -- only this time, it fades faster, turning into a warm pleasure that radiates from my core and all the way out to my limbs.

And then his mouth is back between my legs, and my orgasm is building, taking over my body, and I’m calling his name as the wave crests and breaks. I shudder beneath him, my body clenching and then releasing. I lie there, a sense of calm and relaxation sliding through me, leaving me languid and loose.

And then he’s standing up, removing his pants and his boxer briefs, his cock rock hard.

He strokes it once, and I groan, the sound somewhere between longing and fear – because I want him so badly, but I worry how I’m going to take him. He’s bigger and thicker than I ever could have imagined.

He told me he wouldn’t gentle, and now I wonder what that will feel like, for him to push inside of me.

But I want it.

I do.

I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

And then he’s back on the bed and on top of me. He gazes down at me, and the look in his eyes goes from that of desire to one of tenderness. It’s a look I’ve never seen from him before in all the time I’ve known him, a softness that I can’t remember ever seeing.

He leans his forehead against mine, whispers my name against my lips.

I whisper his back, and he pushes my hair away from my face, his touch, like the look in his eyes, soft.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he breathes. “Are you ready?”

I nod.

Everything stops.

The whole world.

The moment stretches between us, filled with possibility and desire and newness and anticipation.

I don’t know why, but I’m sure now that it’s not going to hurt the way he said it was, that he’s going to slide into me, that there might be some pain but he’ll make sure it’s nothing I can’t handle.

He shifts slightly and I bite my lip and wait for the pressure.

Instead, he reaches up suddenly, uncuffing my hands roughly and pushing me off the bed and onto my knees.

“What’s –” I start, but before I can say anything else, he’s shut me up by slapping his cock against my cheek.

I’m disoriented – just a second ago, I was on the bed, getting ready to have sex, and now I’m on my knees on the hard concrete. Grayson stands in front of me, his thick cock in his hand, and he slaps it again on my other cheek.

And then his hand is on the back of my head and he pushes me down on his cock, hard. I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before, have never even touched a cock, and it’s shocking.

I try to pull away, but Grayson keeps his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down on him until I’m deep throating him.

He releases me a second later, pulling his dick out of my mouth with an audible pop.

Any trace of tenderness in his eyes is gone – instead there’s nothing there but cold detachment.

Still, I can tell he’s giving me the chance to safe word if I want to.

Instead, I stare up at him, waiting for further instructions, knowing that this is what he wants from me.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” he growls, and before I can answer he’s back in my mouth, his hips thrusting harder and deeper.

My eyes water and for a moment, I think I’m going to suffocate, but instead I just gag a little. He falls into a rhythm, pumping his hips and pushing my head down as far as I can go.

And just when I think I’m not going to be able to take it anymore, that I can’t breathe, he pulls out and cums all over my chest.

I watch in fascination as the ropes of sperm jettison out of his dick and onto my skin, thick and pearly and warm.

He looks down at me, chest heaving, his eyes burning with darkness.

And then, without further explanation, he turns around and leaves the room.