Blake Lively Pt. 02: Education

Her groan grew into a strained whine through her underwear, eyes watering as he fucked her the hardest she'd ever been fucked in her life, absolutely pounding on her with short, rapid strokes as he pulled himself into her with his hands at her knees. His hips slapped into her to bury himself deep inside her hot, wet tunnel, straining rock hard and relishing every possible sensation as he took a final few seconds to work himself to climax. He could control himself incredibly well, having spent years working on the techniques and tricks to allow it, but now he wanted to give himself the pleasure and let Blake have the enjoyment of making him come.

He had no intention of coming inside her though and with a final few ferocious thrusts into her his cock swelled and he yanked back out of her suddenly, sharply to make her gasp then choke on her panties, immediately coughing them back out a little as her eyes popped open and she craned up instinctively to see what the deal was.

"Head down, Slave," he ordered firmly, immediately shaking her back into her dominated state and making her swiftly shove her head back, staring at the ceiling as he appeared beside her. His rock hard cock throbbed as he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking fast, hand lunging authoritatively into her hair to take a fist full of the blonde locks before him. She closed her eyes as she knew exactly what he was going to do, not that she minded and merely awaited the hot splash onto her face, the powerful climax to what had been a very exhausting fuck session.

She didn't wait more than a couple more seconds before she was rewarded with a grunt and hot, thick burst of come jetting over her face, catching her across the cheek and into her pulled-back hair. He aimed his next shots perfectly with practiced technique to unload across her other cheek, nose, forehead and lips before squeezing the last of himself out and rubbing his thick head across her soft skin, stepping back to survey his work. He pulled her head up by her hair, making her wince but managing to keep her composure, not breaking rank and complaining even though she gave a muffled mumble of pain at the sharp twinge in her scalp.

"Very good," he commented, dropping her head abruptly so she flopped back onto the padding of the bondage bench, breathing hard as heat prickled all over her skin, suddenly feeling the weight of her exhaustion compress her completely, absolutely fucked out and needing a break. She held her legs up to keep the pressure off her back which kept her beautiful pussy wide open, not caring in the slightest as she breathed hard through the black satin in her mouth and felt the cooling load on her face. She wasn't sure if his comment was a compliment on her performance, either her pussy or her obedience, but either way she decided to take it as such and felt proud that she'd earned such a remark.

He zipped himself up and paused to survey her, pleased with how she'd performed so far and her lack of complaints. Some of the girls he'd worked with really took some breaking in and would stop things at every turn during initial sessions; it was all part of the experience and everyone took it differently, it was all part of human nature, but given the women had always asked for it he couldn't help but find the pace frustratingly slow sometimes especially during those early, more vanilla stages. Blake had performed admirably really and he was pleased that, thus far, she wasn't some Hollywood diva that wanted a thrill but gave him trouble when it was time to deliver.

"I'll take these," he said, plucking the satin panties from her mouth and pulling them out as she opened wide, retching as he removed them. She'd found a way to hold them without gagging throughout but was relieved to have her mouth free, the damp satin gone as he carefully hooked them out the way. Whether she wanted to wear them later was up to her, though he hoped not.

"What do you say?" he prompted.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered, swallowing again as he tried to get back to normal. Her throat was still rough from the face fucking he'd given her previously.

"How are you doing, Slave?" he asked.

"Fine, sir," she replied.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, sir," she answered after a pause, wanting to be honest with him and pondering her reply a moment. Truth was it had been rough, different and out of her comfort zone a little, but she couldn't deny how turned on she was.

"Good," he replied, stepping between her legs and running his hands up her bound shins. Blake trembled, skin prickling as she thought he might simply undo his trousers and slide into her again, imagining he had the stamina for it. He didn't however, running his hand over her thigh and down onto her hips, over to the sweet mound of her pussy where his fingers played through her strip of pubic hair as his thumb curled into her lips. He easily found her most sensitive button and pushed the hood back to maximise his access to her. She gasped and tensed as he pressed into her and firmly yet slowly circled around her nub, sending intense yet controlled pleasure through her.

"Like that?" he asked, knowing it was obvious that she did. He just wanted to hear her obediently reply.

"Yes, sir," she stuttered as his thumb worked quicker and shifted directions, keeping her unsure, different sensations and tweaks of her nerves striking her as she shuddered. She hadn't realised quite how aroused she was and now he was touching her so intimately it just bubbled up within her. Blake didn't stifle herself, figuring there was no need as she gasped hungrily with pleasure and rocked her hips a little to meet him, accentuating the feelings. Dan smiled as he sped up and made her moan, loving the sight of the bound Blake Lively tensing and shaking before him on the bench, his restrained plaything as he stimulated her.

He slid his other hand in to take over working her clit, Blake murmuring at the similar yet changed sensations as he did, rubbing carefully around the sides for maximum, teasing stimulation. With no intention of bringing her to a rapid climax he pressed two fingers into her entrance and slid them in easily, her pussy ready and waiting for him after the hard fucking he'd given her, delving them into her hot body as he felt her give a squeeze. He wanted her to enjoy this, to reward her for her good behaviour with a soul shattering orgasm and such things were not delivered quickly.

As his thumb continued to circle and stroke her clit on autopilot he focused on working his fingers inside her, slowly building up to thrust them and stroke with slow twisting motions so he could touch every possible nerve ending inside her and feel the delectable stretch of her tunnel. He ramped up a little to get her going more, feeling her rolling into him and pushing down to help bury his fingers deeply, wanting every touch he was giving her now, pussy wet and ready, her clit stiff beneath his touch as he patiently stimulated her.

Hooking his fingers back, he curled them up to rub his fingertips over the rough patch of her G-spot, finding it frustratingly quickly in her mind as he seemed drawn straight to it. She had little time to consider it though as she groaned at the changing sensation and felt a deeper, more intense feeling spread through her pelvis as he started to work at her. He rocked his fingers in unison with his thumb and easily found a rhythm to stimulate her, timing them perfectly to work in alternating strokes as he hooked his fingers towards him firmly over her G-spot before letting them push back softly as his thumb ground into her clit intently away from himself.

The stimulation was incredible, an eclectic mixture of firm and soft strokes that pulsed at her like waves lapping at the beach and it only made her body want to move to match him, pulling up against his G-spot massage then pushing down into his thumb as it dragged over her clit. Her hands pulled at the cuffs beneath her, forgetting the pain in her shoulders and ache in her hips as she was awash with pleasure, gasping and keeping her legs pulled back lest she block his efforts. He certainly knew what he was doing and the pressure at her G-spot was becoming more intense, fingertips dancing at her, not too hard but with just the right pressure as they worked in different directions, testing techniques on her it seemed.

The sensation was different to what she'd felt before; he was in fact working on making her squirt and wanted to see if she could. Not all women did of course, but he wanted to explore Blake and see if there was something new he could give her, as well as a phenomenal orgasm. She was clearly enjoying herself, gasping and twisting in her bondage, body straining at the tape around her as she writhed in pleasure. The ecstasy was building and she couldn't fight or control it, not that she wanted to but she had no say and that was both frustrating and incredibly exciting.

"Oh, Master, don't stop!" Blake gasped hungrily, making sure to address him properly. To her horrified disappointment he slowed, his fingers grinding slowly against her to merely tease her as he smiled.

"And what if I do, Slave?" he said as she tried to push herself into him with a stifled whine of frustration.

"Will you beg me?"

"If you order me to, sir," she replied, wanting to make it clear he was in command as if he didn't already know.

"Beg me, Slave," he said sternly. A little rush went through her, a tingle as she was ordered to perform, to beg for the first time in her life to be given an orgasm.

"Please sir, don't tease me," she started.

"Don't make me wait sir, please, make me come!" she gasped, his silence suggesting correctly she needed to give it more heart.

"I dunno, you're not selling me on this here," he teased, goading her into more as he just casually worked at her, keeping her bubbling but nothing more.

"Sir!" she shouted abruptly, surprising both him and herself, "rub my pussy and make me come, please, give me an orgasm! You know I'll do absolutely anything you want me to!"

"Better," he said, pleased to see her submit and beg him to satisfy her primal desires. All she wanted was the orgasm and she was willing to submit her flesh entirely to achieve it, which was exactly what he wanted for her. He knew it wasn't a constant and she wouldn't suddenly be submissive, able to take orders in an instant like he knew she'd told herself, but it was a good first jump.

Blake groaned and shuddered as he immediately picked his pace back up again and started working his fingers, dancing on her most intimate and secluded spot, working over and across the little rough patch at the front of her vagina. He started rubbing more intently this time though to stroke her in both directions, using more pressure to tickle the nerve endings inside her as his thumb stimulated her clit to make her tremble with direct, typical sensations. She rolled her head back into the bench, ponytail pressing into the back of her head as she gave in to the mixture of stimulation and let her body enjoy it.

She gave heavy, rasping breaths of pleasure and pushed her pelvis into him to accentuate the feeling as much as she could, the orgasm already building along with a slightly new sensation she hadn't experienced before. It only made her want it more and she worked to chase it, pursuing it by rolling her hips against his practiced touch as he focused and stepped it up, fingers and thumb dancing briskly at her. His touch was still varied and skilful, Blake barely able to keep up with his motions as he stroked and stimulated her in every possible manner, driving her wild.

The arousal of the whole situation and his magic touch didn't take long to turn her deeply building sensations into an oncoming tidal wave of pleasure that was moments from hitting her. Sweat pricked her brow as she gasped helplessly, surrendering herself completely to him as he drove her towards an immense climax. She could feel something different, new and interesting as his fingers attacked her G-spot in perfect time with her clit, knowing it would be a huge climax when he eventually let her come. Luckily for her he didn't make her wait, intent only on giving her the biggest and most satisfying orgasm he could.

She wailed and her eyes screwed up as she was overwhelmed, barely able to handle it as he suddenly accelerated and worked both his hands rapidly, turning all the touches up to 11. Her hands yanked at the cuffs, chain rattling as she fought her bondage, feeling how tight it all felt suddenly as she gasped for air while her climax rushed up on her. Her abs tensed and vagina squeezed at his digits as she trembled in pre-orgasmic bliss, giving a strained, hasty moan of pleasure as she held on for the final few seconds it took to bring her to the edge.

His intense touch easily carried her over and she broke with a huge, ecstatic cry as her whole body tightened, shoving down into his hand to bury him deeply inside her as he thrust against her pussy, muscles clamping with an immense grip at her moment of release. He paused and enjoyed how tight she was gripping him before resuming his motions as she let him go, pulsing around him as the waves of her climax shuddered through her, jolting and shaking beneath his touch. Her pussy was drenched and the extra lubrication only allowed him easier access despite how snug she was in that moment of climax.

Her legs jumped and twitched as she fought the urge to close them, not wanting to disrupt him as he made her come so hard she felt faint, slumping onto the bench as her muscles relaxed, pulling deep breaths to try and keep herself awake. Her hips jumped at the sensitivity of his touches as her orgasm faded as sharply as it had begun, suddenly too delicate in the aftermath though he had already read her body and gave just a few little touches, like messages to tell her he had power to make her feel lots beside pleasure as if she hadn't already realised that.

He hadn't made her squirt but she was wet, more than normal and it seemed there was potential for her that he could explore at another time. For now he slipped his hands away from her and left her tingling, the wake of her the huge peak washing away from her, soothing her soul as it retreated and leaving her to bask in the satisfaction of it as her heart rate slowed. He just gave his newest toy a couple of minutes to recover and enjoy it all, savouring the moment of peace in the wake of a hard climax that was somewhat unlike anything she'd experienced before, the jumble of thoughts and sensations hard to get her mind around.

"Slave," he said a little loudly, jolting her from her restful state, "are you ready to continue?"

"Yes, Master," she replied a little hurriedly, knowing full well it was hardly up to her even though he'd asked.

"Good," he replied and stepped back to her with scissors in hand, momentarily startling her before he slid them under the bondage tape and released her. He peeled the clinging tape away to reveal her breasts once more and the line it had left across them, along with over her tummy, before he produced the keys and unlocked the handcuffs again. The rattle of steel that freed her was relieving and she stiffly pulled her arms out from under the bench, groaning as she straightened them and slowly raised them, rolling her shoulders forward and wincing a little.

"Just stretch them out," he said, casually continuing to free her as she did as he told her, grumbling as she extended them and tweaked her muscles as he cut through the tape around her leg. They weren't aching the way her arms and shoulders were but instead were just a little dead, needing some proper movement and it was a relief to straighten them. Blake sighed as she pointed her toes and let them sag towards the floor, arching her back and feeling the blissful cold sensation of the blood rushing back into her tired limbs.

"Stand up," he ordered her, throwing the tape aside and standing back to give her space. Blake felt like a baby fawn as she rocked up onto her ass then carefully placed her foot down onto the floor, feeling the uncertainty and shake in her muscles as she put weight through it. She stumbled a little as she hopped down from the bench, Dan making no effort to catch her, clearly wanting her to do it herself. She composed herself and stood up before him, pulling herself up full height and waiting obediently for command, controlling herself and presenting what she wanted him to see -- a strong, yet submissive, woman for their mutual enjoyment.

"Here, for your face," he said, throwing her a towel to wipe off his load that had slid down her skin. Blake was relieved to get the chance to clean up and quickly did so, wiping it away as she fleetingly wondered how much was in her hair.

"Turn around, face the bench," he ordered, which she duly did. She had no concern now that she was standing before him completely naked; it was irrelevant and unimportant now and she felt secure in his presence, admired by him but not placed on any pedestal.

"Bend over," he said, his voice oozing deep calm and control. She obeyed without pause and doubled over onto the bench again, grasping the sides as she let her feet slide apart and arched her back a little to present herself properly for him. He walked around her then crouched down, grabbing the cuffs still dangling from one of her wrists and pulled her hands under the bench and in front of one of the legs, making sure it would restrain her in place as he flipped the cool metal around her once more. The hard metallic ratcheting sound and feel of the unforgiving steel tightening at her wrist sent a little shiver through her again as he restrained her, bent over and completely vulnerable to his wants.

"Now, Slave, I want to see how you handle a little pain," he said.

"Didn't you do that yesterday?" she blurted out, not addressing him properly as she referred to him spanking and flogging her the day before when he'd had her bound over his bed. She regretted not speaking properly as she was met with an immediate smack straight across her ass, his hand hard and intense, able to deliver his energy perfectly into her body as she yelped and clenched her ass. Blake was caught off guard by it as much as anything, the surprise rather than the pain making her cry out, not ready to go.

"Yes, Slave, I did do it yesterday, and I want to do it again today. In fact, I'll do it every day, any time I want to. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, sir!" she answered quickly, clear and obedient as she arched her back and pushed her ass out for him to treat as he wished. She wasn't sure on the pain training, certainly not as much as the sexual pleasure side of things, but she needed to experience it and be trained, to discover and explore it. She knew he would take her through it and that was part of the deal, in the contract she'd signed when she'd given herself to him in exchange for this huge upheaval in her sex life and experience.

"Good. I don't need a brat," he commented, making her seethe a little that he would suggest she was one, that she was acting up.

"No, sir," she replied, just to convey that she'd heard him. He went to grab something from the cabinet ahead of her, allowing her to just watch as he opened the doors, taking out what he needed then turned back to her to head for the bench. In his hand was a long polished tube with leather cuffs at each end, but they were much larger than anything for her wrists and as she gazed on she quickly realised it was for her legs. She hadn't seen a lot of BDSM porn but she'd figured out from what she knew, and seeing a few websites, what it was for.

He also had a thick candle which he stood aside, pausing to take a lighter from his pocket and light it, the flame from his polished Zippo easily igniting the wick on the rotund wax cylinder. The flame grew as he moved it past her out of her view, standing it out the way to one side before picking up the polished tube again. Her suspicions were only confirmed as he stepped behind her and pushed it between her legs, the leather cuffs pushing up against her.