Bite Of Pain
Taste Of Sin Excerpt by Renee Rose and Alta Hensley
Out Of Print
Marco holds the curtain back for me to enter.
It has a leather loveseat, a spanking bench and a small table with an array of implements neatly arranged. I see a paddle, hairbrush, leather slapper, cat o’nine tails, and soft red ribbon.
My knees buckle.
Marco loops an arm around me from behind and pulls me against his body. “Don’t be scared, angel.” His breath feathers hot against the shell of my ear. “I won’t use the wicked ones unless you misbehave.”
My pussy clenches.
“But you’re not going to misbehave, are you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand slides lower, down my thigh to the edge of my skirt, then back up the inside. He traces the top of my thigh-high with a light touch. “I like these.” He turns me to face him. “Let me see them, properly.” His voice takes on the deeper tenor of a command.
My hands fly to the waistband of my skirt, but then I hesitate. Does that mean take off my skirt? Is this like Simon Says? He told me I shouldn’t do anything without permission or command.
Amusement flickers over his face. I see the trace of indulgence that he wears that makes him so sexy to me when he flirts.
“Take off your skirt, angel.” His tone is milder now.
I’m grateful he’s not going full dom on me right now. I’m way too nervous to handle it. I shimmy out of my skirt.
Marco’s lids droop as he takes in my see-through lace panties that match the black thigh-highs.
“Fucking gorgeous. Lose the top.”
I pull off my top. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m now in nothing but my panties, hose, and heels.
“Good girl. You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He takes my upper arm and leads me to the side of the sofa, where he bends me over the overstuffed arm. “Let’s see how your ass fared from this morning’s spanking.”
He runs a hand over my skin. He left marks this morning–nothing terrible. Some red blotchy marks. They don’t hurt anymore except for a twinge or two when I squeeze them.
He gives my ass a couple of light slaps, then strokes a slow circle around the globes of my ass. “I think a submissive should always have a red, hot ass while we scene. It helps focus you, reminds you who is in charge and that there are consequences for disobedience.”
“I’m not going to disobey,” I say tartly.
Seriously.
There’s no way I’d disobey. I have no interest in experiencing a spanking from anything other than his hand.
He delivers three hard spanks and I yelp. “You just did, angel.”
Moisture leaks between my legs. My mind races to understand what I did wrong so I don’t repeat it.
“I’m not going to disobey, Sir,” I correct. “I mean, I won’t disobey again, Sir.”
Apparently, he’s not mollified, because he holds my hip with one hand and starts spanking me steadily.
Already sore from this morning, I squirm and try to dodge his hand, but he doesn’t relent until my ass is burning and I’m whimpering from the sensation.
Mmm.” He strokes his palm over my heated skin. “That’s better.”
He leans down and kisses one cheek. “You’re going to be my good girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He helps me to stand upright and turns me to face him. “Do you want to use the standard safe words of red, yellow, and green?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir. I mean, whatever you want.”
This earns me a sexy smile. “Good girl. On your knees, Taylor,"
Marco commands as he takes a handful of my hair and lowers me to where I'm at eye level with his hard cock.
I want to taste, swirl my tongue, devour his length, but I wait for his command as he has taught me to do.
He pulls my hair back. His hold is firm. “Open your mouth," he says.
I do as he says… slightly.
His cock slides between my parted lips, and he rubs it over my tongue.
He pulls my hair back and thrusts his cock deeper and deeper, sliding it into my mouth, and I suck him all the way down, cutting off my air supply.
His dick pulses, and he groans as I lick the underside of his smooth skin.
"So good, Taylor. Lick it. Swirl it." He guides my mouth up and down his shaft. "Now tighten those lips around me."
I do as I'm told, hollowing my cheeks to suck, squeezing and releasing as I bob up and down on his cock, trying to suck him as hard as I can.
“That's it. You're such an eager little cock sucker,” he groans. “Such a good girl.”
I'm consuming his cock, pushing through my throat, taking as much as I can.
“Good, girl,” Marco praises me more as he yanks on my hair again. "I am going to teach you to be the best submissive you can be."
My body trembles as my orgasm builds simply from his praise and knowing I'm pleasing him.
"Enough." He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and it is glistening with my saliva.
He rubs the head over my lips, and I simply look up into his eyes and wait for my next command.
"Stand up. Then go bend over and put your hands on the couch."
I obey, my head a little dizzy, as I rise to my tiptoes and bend over.
"Spread your legs."
I widen my stance, biting my lip when I feel his hand on my ass.
He reaches around my body, and I gasp when he slaps my pussy, the sting sending shivers down my spine.
"I didn't give you permission to bite your lip."
"I'm sorry, Sir," I apologize quickly, enjoying the feel of the word Sir and how it flows from my mouth with ease.
He rubs his hand over my ass, and then spanks me hard. I lower my head and try to calm my nerves. My mind screams no, my body demands yes, and the confusion nearly buckles my knees.
“Open your legs wider.”
I do as I'm told, and then feel his hand on my ass. He spreads my ass cheeks with his thumbs.
"Has anyone fucked this ass before?"
I shake my head. "No, Sir."
"Good." He then lowers his hand to my pussy and spanks it again. "Is this my pussy?"
I nod again.
"Say it."
"This is your pussy, Sir."
"Good girl. If you continue being a good girl, then I might fuck this needy pussy tonight, my cock stretching your tight, little hole. And tomorrow night... I may just fuck this ass of yours too."
I’m trembling even more now, so turned on by it all. "Yes, Sir," I moan.
"Put your finger in your pussy, Taylor. I want to see you make it nice and wet for me. Stretch it for my cock."
Holy hell, the way this man speaks to me is… everything. So demanding. So powerful. And so damn sexy.
I place my finger in my pussy, slowly moving it in and out, knowing he's watching every move I make. I like putting on a show for him, knowing his eyes are watching my every move.
"Such a pretty, pink pussy," he says as I continue to finger fuck myself in front of him.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never been so bold, so free, and so absolutely turned on. I don't even try to hold back the moans. I know better than to try to hide my emotions from this man.
"Is your pussy wet, Taylor? Add another finger."
I slide in a second finger and push deep inside, gasping as I do. "Yes, Sir."
I keep fucking myself with my fingers, knowing that it's not going to take much to push me over the edge.
"When you're ready to come... stop."
Whimpering as I quickly pull my fingers away in fear of coming without his permission, I await his next command.
"Does my angel want to come?"
"Yes, Sir. So much, Sir."
It has a leather loveseat, a spanking bench and a small table with an array of implements neatly arranged. I see a paddle, hairbrush, leather slapper, cat o’nine tails, and soft red ribbon.
My knees buckle.
Marco loops an arm around me from behind and pulls me against his body. “Don’t be scared, angel.” His breath feathers hot against the shell of my ear. “I won’t use the wicked ones unless you misbehave.”
My pussy clenches.
“But you’re not going to misbehave, are you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand slides lower, down my thigh to the edge of my skirt, then back up the inside. He traces the top of my thigh-high with a light touch. “I like these.” He turns me to face him. “Let me see them, properly.” His voice takes on the deeper tenor of a command.
My hands fly to the waistband of my skirt, but then I hesitate. Does that mean take off my skirt? Is this like Simon Says? He told me I shouldn’t do anything without permission or command.
Amusement flickers over his face. I see the trace of indulgence that he wears that makes him so sexy to me when he flirts.
“Take off your skirt, angel.” His tone is milder now.
I’m grateful he’s not going full dom on me right now. I’m way too nervous to handle it. I shimmy out of my skirt.
Marco’s lids droop as he takes in my see-through lace panties that match the black thigh-highs.
“Fucking gorgeous. Lose the top.”
I pull off my top. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m now in nothing but my panties, hose, and heels.
“Good girl. You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He takes my upper arm and leads me to the side of the sofa, where he bends me over the overstuffed arm. “Let’s see how your ass fared from this morning’s spanking.”
He runs a hand over my skin. He left marks this morning–nothing terrible. Some red blotchy marks. They don’t hurt anymore except for a twinge or two when I squeeze them.
He gives my ass a couple of light slaps, then strokes a slow circle around the globes of my ass. “I think a submissive should always have a red, hot ass while we scene. It helps focus you, reminds you who is in charge and that there are consequences for disobedience.”
“I’m not going to disobey,” I say tartly.
Seriously.
There’s no way I’d disobey. I have no interest in experiencing a spanking from anything other than his hand.
He delivers three hard spanks and I yelp. “You just did, angel.”
Moisture leaks between my legs. My mind races to understand what I did wrong so I don’t repeat it.
“I’m not going to disobey, Sir,” I correct. “I mean, I won’t disobey again, Sir.”
Apparently, he’s not mollified, because he holds my hip with one hand and starts spanking me steadily.
Already sore from this morning, I squirm and try to dodge his hand, but he doesn’t relent until my ass is burning and I’m whimpering from the sensation.
Mmm.” He strokes his palm over my heated skin. “That’s better.”
He leans down and kisses one cheek. “You’re going to be my good girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He helps me to stand upright and turns me to face him. “Do you want to use the standard safe words of red, yellow, and green?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir. I mean, whatever you want.”
This earns me a sexy smile. “Good girl. On your knees, Taylor,"
Marco commands as he takes a handful of my hair and lowers me to where I'm at eye level with his hard cock.
I want to taste, swirl my tongue, devour his length, but I wait for his command as he has taught me to do.
He pulls my hair back. His hold is firm. “Open your mouth," he says.
I do as he says… slightly.
His cock slides between my parted lips, and he rubs it over my tongue.
He pulls my hair back and thrusts his cock deeper and deeper, sliding it into my mouth, and I suck him all the way down, cutting off my air supply.
His dick pulses, and he groans as I lick the underside of his smooth skin.
"So good, Taylor. Lick it. Swirl it." He guides my mouth up and down his shaft. "Now tighten those lips around me."
I do as I'm told, hollowing my cheeks to suck, squeezing and releasing as I bob up and down on his cock, trying to suck him as hard as I can.
“That's it. You're such an eager little cock sucker,” he groans. “Such a good girl.”
I'm consuming his cock, pushing through my throat, taking as much as I can.
“Good, girl,” Marco praises me more as he yanks on my hair again. "I am going to teach you to be the best submissive you can be."
My body trembles as my orgasm builds simply from his praise and knowing I'm pleasing him.
"Enough." He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and it is glistening with my saliva.
He rubs the head over my lips, and I simply look up into his eyes and wait for my next command.
"Stand up. Then go bend over and put your hands on the couch."
I obey, my head a little dizzy, as I rise to my tiptoes and bend over.
"Spread your legs."
I widen my stance, biting my lip when I feel his hand on my ass.
He reaches around my body, and I gasp when he slaps my pussy, the sting sending shivers down my spine.
"I didn't give you permission to bite your lip."
"I'm sorry, Sir," I apologize quickly, enjoying the feel of the word Sir and how it flows from my mouth with ease.
He rubs his hand over my ass, and then spanks me hard. I lower my head and try to calm my nerves. My mind screams no, my body demands yes, and the confusion nearly buckles my knees.
“Open your legs wider.”
I do as I'm told, and then feel his hand on my ass. He spreads my ass cheeks with his thumbs.
"Has anyone fucked this ass before?"
I shake my head. "No, Sir."
"Good." He then lowers his hand to my pussy and spanks it again. "Is this my pussy?"
I nod again.
"Say it."
"This is your pussy, Sir."
"Good girl. If you continue being a good girl, then I might fuck this needy pussy tonight, my cock stretching your tight, little hole. And tomorrow night... I may just fuck this ass of yours too."
I’m trembling even more now, so turned on by it all. "Yes, Sir," I moan.
"Put your finger in your pussy, Taylor. I want to see you make it nice and wet for me. Stretch it for my cock."
Holy hell, the way this man speaks to me is… everything. So demanding. So powerful. And so damn sexy.
I place my finger in my pussy, slowly moving it in and out, knowing he's watching every move I make. I like putting on a show for him, knowing his eyes are watching my every move.
"Such a pretty, pink pussy," he says as I continue to finger fuck myself in front of him.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never been so bold, so free, and so absolutely turned on. I don't even try to hold back the moans. I know better than to try to hide my emotions from this man.
"Is your pussy wet, Taylor? Add another finger."
I slide in a second finger and push deep inside, gasping as I do. "Yes, Sir."
I keep fucking myself with my fingers, knowing that it's not going to take much to push me over the edge.
"When you're ready to come... stop."
Whimpering as I quickly pull my fingers away in fear of coming without his permission, I await his next command.
"Does my angel want to come?"
"Yes, Sir. So much, Sir."