Dungeon Master by Golden Angel

Chapter Twenty-Five

Gavin

The soft, sweet cries coming from Leah’s lips as he spanked her had Gavin’s cock filling and thickening with anticipation. The creamy skin of her arse was slowly turning a beautiful bright pink under his hand, the surface warming with every slap he laid on it.

As spankings went, it wasn’t particularly harsh—he didn’t have it in him to truly punish her when they’d both been in the wrong—but it would be enough to help relieve the guilt she clearly felt. Especially once he got his cock in her arse. He’d learned long ago nothing else put Leah into quite so submissive a mindset.

There was an intimacy to the act that appealed greatly to both of them, as well as its taboo nature. She had a beautiful arse, so it was no surprise he loved fucking it. Saving it for ‘naughty girl’ sex made it even more special. He’d plugged her regularly, but that wasn’t really the same.

Slapping his hand against her already pink cheek, he watched her flesh ripple from the impact, her buttocks bouncing and squeezing in reaction before relaxing again. Between the twin mounds, the black base of the plug looked almost ominous. He’d have to buy her some new, prettier ones. After their divorce, he’d switched to more utilitarian options, but he’d like to see sparkling jewels winking back at him again. He’d missed them.

His hand slapped her pussy, making her shriek, but his fingers came away damp.

“Such a naughty girl, aren’t ye?” He chuckled, slapping her pussy again, making sure the tips of his fingers connected with her clit. Leah went up on her toes and fell back down, whimpering. “You’re turned on because you want my cock in your arse.”

Leah moaned again, turning her head, so her face was pressed fully against the mattress, hidden from him, but he knew she was blushing, which made him chuckle again. He loved that he could still make her blush at their age, after all the perverse and filthy things he’d done to her over the years.

Running his fingers up the slick seam of her pussy to the base of the plug, he twisted it, knowing it would add to the sensations already running riot through. She squirmed as he twirled the base, pumping it just enough for her to feel the movement without pulling it out of her. His cock throbbed in eagerness to replace the plug, remembering how tightly she’d grip him when he was buried deep within her.

“Tell me you want my cock in yer arse, naughty girl.”

Another whimper. More squirming. But no words. Gavin kept playing with the plug with one hand, and his other hand came down on her arse with a loud crack. Shrieking, Leah wriggled.

“I… I want your cock in my arse…. I mean ass.”

Gavin brought his hand down again, on the same spot he’d just spanked, making her buck and scream.

“Almost correct, love. You were missing something, though.” He pumped the plug a little more firmly, letting it begin to stretch the muscles of her entrance before pushing it back in again. Leah moaned again, but they both knew what he was asking her for, and she obliged.

“I want your cock in my ass, Master.”

Fuck, hearing her call him that… Warmth filled his chest, along with relief. He hadn’t been sure whether she’d call him ‘Sir’ or ‘Master,’ since either would have been entirely acceptable. He’d hoped they wouldn’t be going back to ‘Sir’ after she’d already used ‘Master’ earlier.

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Leah

“Good girl.” Gavin’s voice rasped, and she knew he was as affected by her use of his title as she was.

Especially when he was about to fuck her ass, which made her even more submissive, more vulnerable to him than ever. Part of her was still scared, still worried things wouldn’t work out, but she didn’t want it to become a self-fulfilling prophecy. If she held back, if she wasn’t really giving them a true chance, of course, they would fail.

Calling him ‘Master’ again, having him in this house, was symbolic. Maybe no one else in the world would consider it a grand romantic gesture, but for her, that’s what both of those things were. He was back in her space, and she was acknowledging who she wanted him to be in her life.

Her love. Her happy ending. Her Master.

The plug twisted inside her, lighting up all the sensitive nerve endings around her entrance as if he was setting off kinky fireworks inside her. Then he pulled, and this time, he didn’t push the toy back in. Her opening stretched, the burn much slighter than when the plug had gone in, and she felt the odd, slick sensation of it being removed, leaving her so very empty.

Her pussy spasmed, knowing what was coming next.

“Reach back and hold yourself open for me, mo chridhe.”

Leah wanted to whimper again, but this was part of the ‘punishment.’ She didn’t really think she had a humiliation kink, other than this one act. Something about parting her butt cheeks for him, knowing he didn’t need her to but was ordering her to because it would expose her further and make her even more aware of what he was about to do, flat out did it for her.

The heat under her palms from her spanking, the way her fingers dug into her soft flesh, knowing how exposed she was to his eyes as he looked down at her from behind—everything about this supremely submissive position and the perverse nature of the act roused her. The tip of his cock pressed against her forbidden entrance, slick and hot and slightly painful as it began to push in.

Whimpering, she arched her back, her fingers digging further into her buttocks as Gavin’s cock pushed deeper, stretching her open. The plug never truly prepared her for anal sex because the shape of the plug was so different from his cock. The plug was tapered and had a notch where the tight ring of her sphincter could close up fairly tight and rest.

Gavin’s cock was thick from the tip to the base, keeping her stretched wide open without surcease as it slid through the ring. The blunt head of his cock delved far deeper inside her than the plug, filling her in a way the toy never did. The combination of pleasure and pain as he penetrated her was sinfully erotic.

With her hands splayed over her buttocks, there was no need for him to touch her anywhere else, so the only thing connecting them was his cock slowly invading her clenching hole. There was nothing else for her to focus on, no other thing happening to her body for her to distract her. It was disturbingly intimate. Wickedly arousing.

His hands finally curved around her hips as his body pressed against her hot cheeks, his cock fully buried inside her. Leah squirmed, uncomfortably full and perversely aroused. Between her thighs, her clit throbbed with the need to be touched.

“You may release.”

Her hands let go of her buttocks, almost missing the heat as soon as her palms began to cool. She moaned as he drew back, the sensation always uncomfortable and odd, followed immediately by him plunging back in, filling her all over again with a slightly painful thrust.

She could feel every inch of his slick cock as he began his slow, steady thrusts, his hands pressing her down, pinning her to the bed so he could fuck her ass. Squirming beneath him, her clit pulsed, pussy clenching emptily while he rode her from behind. With every deep stroke, her arousal climbed higher and higher, even though he wasn’t touching her pussy.

Something about being used for his pleasure turned her on so much, it didn’t matter he wasn’t touching her clit or pussy, her body responded as if he was. There was a spot deep inside her, his cock rubbed every time he impaled her, like a g-spot that wound her arousal into a tighter and tighter coil within her core.

The orgasm rolled through her like a tidal wave, pulling back, then crashing over her, carrying her along its crest and leaving her grabbing the sheets, trying to find purchase while the sensations dragged her along.

* * *

Gavin

Leah’s cries changed, her muscles clenching around his cock, and Gavin knew she’d managed to orgasm without stimulation to her pussy. His own arousal surging, he slid his hand down between her body and the bed, his fingers finding her clit and strumming the tiny bud as he rode her arse harder and faster.

She bucked beneath him, choking on the sounds of her ecstasy as he added to the pleasure driving her climax. The tight grasp of her muscles increased, spasming around his cock, squeezing and clenching, bringing him to his own peak.

With a loud groan, he buried himself, his cock pulsing with every spurt of pleasure, flooding her bowels with hot fluid until they were both completely spent.

Panting for breath, he let himself enjoy lying on her back for a moment, enough of his weight on his arms to keep from crushing her. The heat from her bottom warmed his groin, her muscles still spasming as his cock slowly shrank inside her. He felt, more than heard, her small whimper and pushed himself up, rolling onto the bed and reaching out to pull her with him.

Slightly sweaty and completely satiated, he cuddled her close, feeling more at peace than ever. Their breathing and heart rates slowed together, her hand stroking through his chest hair in silence, his fingers tracing tiny patterns on her shoulder.

He felt her head move against his arm. Twisting his own to meet her gaze, a small smile curving his lips. Leah smiled back, almost shyly, looking so very much like the young woman he’d met and fallen in love with, it was as if the years had fallen away, and they were back at the beginning.

Weren’t they, in a way? A new beginning to the next chapter of their lives. Hopefully, a better chapter than the previous one.

“Would you like to take a shower?”

“A shower sounds wonderful,” he murmured, rolling his shoulders to work out the kinks in his muscles. A hot shower would feel great. “Just give me a minute to enjoy this.”

With a giggle, she snuggled into him, letting him hold her in the crook of his arm. The rush of power that came from having her beneath him and acknowledged as her Master, was slowly diminishing to a more normal level, leaving him feeling a little empty yet very satisfied.

After a few minutes of cuddling, they moved to the shower, where he had the pleasure of washing her hair, then soaping her all over. There was nothing sexual about it, but being able to wash her was an element of aftercare he’d missed when they’d been playing mostly at the club, especially since she’d rarely stayed to shower when they’d played at his place.

Leaving kisses across her skin as he cleaned her, he grinned when she returned the favor—giving extra special attention to cleaning his dick. Two rounds of bubbles were necessary before she gave the tip a little kiss.

Curled around her in her bed, her damp hair tickling his face, Gavin felt as though he was where he was meant to be—where he wanted to be for the rest of his life.

Tightening his arms around her, he buried his face in the back of her neck.

“I love you, mo chridhe.”

Soft fingers stroked down his arm as her whisper came back through the darkness.

“I love you, too, Master.”