Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)
Chapter 57

(Annabel POV)

"Do you know what safewords are?" Kaden asked.

"No, I ... ummm... I don't."

"If at any time what we're doing is too intense, you'll say the word 'red' and I'll immediately stop what I'm doing, do you understand?"

"Yes, I do."

"Okay, I'm going to start with a spanking. Stand here, in front of me." I took a couple of steps forward until we were face-to-face. His next command was exactly what I expected. "Remove your skirt." Again, his tone was firm, but it still had a light, airy quality about it.

I put my thumbs into the waistband and slid it down my legs, then stepped out of it and tossed them aside. I was wearing a little silk thong, and the cheeks of my ass were now completely exposed. "Now bend over, and put your face into the cushions of the couch."

I obeyed and got into position. My long brown hair was falling around my face and my pubic mound was on his right thigh, so I assumed he was going to use his left hand to spank me.

What he did next surprised me. He started patting me, very lightly, on my ass, and then he added slow, gentle caresses between the very soft movements of his hand. What he was doing was very sensual, and

I actually felt myself relaxing as some of the nervous tension left my body. After a couple of minutes of that treatment, he spoke to me in a quiet voice.

"How was your relationship with your father when you were growing up?"

What kind of a question is that? I wondered. "It was good," I answered in a similarly subdued tone.

He continued the light patting and caressing. "When you were a child, did he spank you when you misbehaved?"

Why is he asking me this? Where are these questions coming from? I thought. Why isn't he just doing what he's going to do? This was something I definitely hadn't expected. "Yes, he did."

"Did he spank you through your clothing?"

"No, it was always on my bare bottom."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not always. When I misbehaved and did something really bad, his spankings were more intense and yes, at those times, it was more painful."

"Did you enjoy the spankings?"

Where the hell is he going with this? I didn't want to admit my next statement, but I was already so into everything he was doing I decided to be honest. "At times they hurt, they really hurt, but ... I ... ummm ... I liked the attention and somehow it made me feel closer to him."

"Did he enjoy them?"

That was a tough one and I really had to think before I answered him. "I'm ... ummm ... I'm not sure. I didn't think so at the time, but I remember feeling his erection against my stomach sometimes when I was over his knee."

Finally he stopped asking questions and the intensity of the swats began to increase. The strikes were still light at first, but they became harder and I felt my ass begin to heat up. He kept gradually increasing the intensity, and I started to feel a low, burning ache. I was unconsciously wiggling my bottom in an attempt to escape the pain. He must have seen what I was doing because he put his free hand on my back and closed his leg against the backs of my thighs, effectively immobilizing me so there was no escape as the intensity increased. I was quickly reaching the point where I was ready to 'tap out' and use my safeword when a sudden warmth suffused my whole body; my face got hot and the pain receded into the background.

What the fuck was that? "What just happened to me?"

"When pain reaches a certain level, the body releases hormones called endorphins," he told me. "They are the human body's natural pain-killers, and they can produce a pleasurable high that's similar to the effect of opiate medications like oxycodone." The spanking had momentarily stopped and he reached down between my legs and the tips of his fingers gently rubbed against my pussy. For the first time that evening, I realized I was wet, really wet.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "How did that happen?"

"I suspect it was the result of a combination of two things," he said dryly. "You enjoy this type of play, and when I increased the intensity, your endorphins kicked in and magnified the pleasure response." God, I enjoyed this? I enjoyed being spanked that hard? That thought was scary, and it was something that was difficult to admit to myself, and I knew it would take a while for me to wrap my mind around this very new discovery. Nonetheless, my thong was completely soaked through and my secretions were running down the inside of my thighs. Regardless of whether I could accept this new and very shocking side to my sexuality, what he'd just done to me was incredibly arousing.

"I liked it," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Would you like to continue?"

"Yes, I want more," I shyly admitted.

He resumed the spanking, using his right hand this time because his left was gently grazing the lips of my vagina. Again, he started with slow, easy pats on my ass and he gradually increased the intensity. Like before, the pain reached a crescendo. Involuntarily, I was moaning and panting and actually raising my ass into the air to meet his sharp, intense swats. He seemed to know just how far to take me before the spanking was too much for me to handle. Just as I was reaching the precipice, he moved his hand and began to rub my clit through my thong. Instantly, my body began to shake and convulse as an intense orgasm rocked my body.

Just as I was beginning to come down, he slid my thong to the side and pushed two fingers inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit. He gave me several more hard swats, and when the endorphin rush hit me a second time, my body quaked as an even more powerful orgasm overwhelmed me. I was crying out, my hips were wildly bucking, and I was pushing my hips back onto his fingers, driving them deeper inside me over and over. As I started to come back around, I felt as if I couldn't catch my breath. My hair was a matted, tangled mess and sweat was dripping off my body.

When our eyes met, he gave me a little smile. "I think it's safe to assume you enjoyed that."

"Jesus Christ," I said between little sips of breath. "Yes, I did."

Kaden was very patient with me while I regained my equilibrium and gave me plenty of time to fully recover. He gently ran his fingers over my back and bottom. He spoke softly, saying sweet words that were both calming and flattering. When my breathing had returned to normal, I sat on the couch.

"Would you like a bottle of water?" he gently asked.

"I would, thank you."

He left for a couple of minutes and returned with two bottles of water. After removing the cap, he handed one to me and took the other. After we finished drinking, I noticed he was staring lustfully at my thighs. "Will you take me further down this road?" I asked seductively.

He broke into a little smile. "Yes, I will." His eyes slowly moved up and down my body. "Keep your heels on, and stand underneath that bar."

I stood, removed my blouse and my thong, and placed them on top of my discarded skirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I was completely naked except for my heels. Obeying his command, I walked to the middle of the room and stood under the bar. In front of me was a full-length mirror so I could see myself and see behind me.

I watched as he went to the wall that had all the different implements hanging on it. He removed a couple of things from the wall and then walked over and stood in front of me. One of the devices in his hand truly looked menacing.

"What's that?" I asked softly.

What he was holding looked like something I'd read about in historical fiction except it had a lot more than nine tails, and also a pair of strange-looking leather straps with short chains attached to them. He held up the device. "This is a flogger," he said conversationally. "Open your mouth." When I did as he'd ordered, he placed the handle of the flogger between my teeth. "Hold it," he commanded, and I closed my teeth on it. I breathed in through my nose and the scent of the leather was intoxicating, and when the tip of my tongue touched the handle of the flogger the taste was carnal and seemed to add to the nervous tension I was feeling.

"Hold up your hand," he directed next, and when I did he buckled the straps of one of the strange things around my wrist. There was a chain attached to each side of it, and before the chains joined there was a padded bar between them. "These are suspension cuffs," he told me, "and you can hold onto the handles, but even if you let go the cuffs will keep you from falling. Now give me your other hand."

He cuffed my other wrist and then attached the joined chains from each cuff to the ends of the bar. I grasped the cuff handles and he took hold of the flogger, so I opened my mouth and released it. Then he moved to stand beside me, used his right hand to glide my long hair off my shoulders, and then moved that hand to rest lightly on the back of my neck.

I was close to hyperventilating and my body was shivering in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

His hand was still covering my neck when he touched the tails of the flogger between my shoulder blades, then down to the small of my back, and then slid it further south until it rested on the upper crack of my bottom. He then moved it back up at a slow, languished pace. He repeated the movements several times, building my anticipation, excitement, and fear of what would come next. My breathing was heavy and shallow as I attempted to get myself somewhat under control. My pussy felt like it was on fire, which amazed me because he wasn't anywhere close to it.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he said in a low, throaty tone.

Again, I attempted to control my breathing so I could respond to his sensual words. "Yes, daddy, I am."

"Your pussy is wet, isn't it?"

Because my hands were restrained, I had no way to touch myself. However, I could feel my secretions oozing out and running between my inner thighs. "Yes, daddy," I timidly admitted.

I had no idea what to expect next, which created a lot of tension inside me, but his soft, gentle words seemed to somehow relax me and put me at ease. He continued to run the tails of the flogger up and down my back, building the anticipation, the need, inside me. "Please, daddy" I whimpered, "please ..." I had no idea what he planned to do next, I just knew that whatever it was, I wanted him to do it.

Then the tails slapped gently across my upper back, and that was another very sensual feeling. The flogging continued, and, just like he'd done with his hand spanking, the intensity very gradually increased and I felt my flesh becoming warmer with each passing second.

After a couple of minutes, he moved lower and concentrated on the round cheeks of my ass. He began the same way, gentle sliding strokes across my lower cheeks, and then the slapping of the tails began. My bottom had cooled after the spanking, but the flogging quickly reawakened the heat I'd felt earlier.

"Move your feet farther apart," he said in a quiet, gentle tone.

I hesitantly widened the gap between them to about eighteen inches. He continued to flog my ass for a few seconds, but then I felt the tips of the tails begin to gently brush the inside of my thighs and then graze the lips of my pussy.

"Oh, God," I whimpered.

I'd always envisioned that something like this would cause pain, but that wasn't the case. He was striking me at the perfect intensity, and when the leather touched the delicate lips of my vagina, it produced a deep, radiating pleasure that I'd never experienced. As the feelings of euphoria surged through my body, I wasn't sure my legs would support my weight. I was restrained, so it was impossible for me to fall, but it was as if I no longer had control of my lower body.

The flogger continued to make contact with my ass and pussy. Somehow he was able to increase the intensity on my ass without increasing the intensity on my vagina. Every few seconds the small tips of leather found their way between my legs. I felt my pussy getting wetter each time the leather hit my lower lips, and I shivered the first time the tails gently brushed my clit. In the past, the only things that had produced these kinds of erotic sensations were a tongue, a finger, or a cock. But the only thing that was making contact with my flesh was his flogger. He'd taken me right to the edge and I was seconds away from orgasm. Then the flogging suddenly stopped. I was gasping for breath and sweat was dripping off my body.

"Please... God ... finish me off," I begged.

"You think you've earned another orgasm?" he said gently.

"I ... ummm ... I don't know, I just need it," I said between little sips of breath.

He ran his fingers along my inner thighs, collecting some of my wetness.

My mind was delirious with lust. I wanted to be spanked, I wanted to feel his fingers inside me, I wanted to feel his cock inside me, anything that would quell this deep ache that seemed to radiate deep within my vagina.

"I wonder what you taste like."

It was as if he was speaking to himself, not to me. He ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs again and I could tell he was being careful to avoid my pussy. It was as though he knew even the slightest contact with my vagina would have gotten me off. I heard loud, pronounced sucking sounds from behind me. It amazed me that even though I'd been in his home for almost two hours, that simple action was really only the second sexual thing he'd done to me that evening.

"You know what I enjoy most, Anny? When a submissive begs for an orgasm, and you're actually quite good at it." For the first time that evening, he was mildly taunting me, which only seemed to add to his enjoyment of my gentle pleading.

I thought for a moment and willed my lust-addled brain to focus in the hope that he'd give me the orgasm I very desperately needed. "I bought something for you yesterday."

"And just what did you buy for me?"

"Something I know you'll like, in my tote bag."

I looked into the mirror and watched as he walked towards the couch. I heard a zipper open and I knew he'd gotten into my bag.

"Oh, very nice, Louboutins."

Impressive, this man is really into women's shoes, I thought.

"Those heels are almost an inch taller than the ones I have on, put them on me, please," I begged.

He walked back, stood in front of me, and I quickly kicked off the heels I had on.

"You really want to come again, don't you?"

More than you'll ever fucking know, I thought. "Yes, daddy, I do."

He took my ankle in his hand, lifted my foot and slid my foot into the heel, and then he repeated the process with my other foot.

"Your long, tan legs look so good," he said as his eyes traveled up and down them. He gently grabbed my ankle and ran his large hand up my calf and then further north to the inside of my thigh and I felt the tips of his fingers slide through my secretions. Of course, he stopped just before he reached my vagina.

"Do you really like them?" I sensually cooed.

"You're very needy and desperate, I like that much more."

"Daddy... please... I begged, "my body is on fire and I need this... bad."

He stood up and walked over to his wall of implements, retrieved something, put it in the back pocket of his jeans, and then returned and stood in front of me. He took my nipples between his fingers and gently began to rub them. "Your nipples are perfect, just the right size." He kept running them through the tips of his fingers until they were painfully erect.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on his fingers that were manipulating such a sensual part of my body. He gave my nipples one last hard little pinch and I let out a deep moan before he let them go and then reached into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Do you know what these are?"

"No, daddy."

"These are nipple clamps."

He squeezed the end of one of them and I watched as the jaws of the clamp opened. The ends of the jaws had what looked like rubber coverings, and he removed one of them to reveal sharp little teeth. Then he put the protector back on and twisted the end of the screw to hold the jaws of the clamp part-way open.

My nipples had been proudly standing off my breasts when he'd played with them. However, they'd deflated when he said the words nipple clamps. So he ran his fingers around each of them in turn, the nails scratching lightly on my areolas, until they were again hard and extended. Then he put the clamps on them, adjusting the set-screws so the clamps were staying in place but not pinching very hard.

"I wonder what I should do with your sexy little body now, kitten."

Although he hadn't clamped the little jaws very tight, my nipples had already begun to ache. "The flogger, daddy, please," I begged.

He smiled. "Interesting choice, you like pain a lot."

With that he picked up the flogger, he moved behind me, and another onslaught began. Just as he'd always done, he started off slowly and then built momentum. Each minute that passed, he stopped long enough to tighten the clamps on my nipples. He flogged my back, the cheeks of my ass, and then gradually let the little straps hit the lips of my vagina and occasionally my clit. The pain was increasing steadily both on my ass and in my nipples. I was moaning and panting and it felt like I was slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Please... daddy... please ..." I begged.

"Do you wish to use your safeword?" he said while the onslaught continued.

"No... daddy... please ... I just want to come."

Taking a little bit of mercy on me, he moved his fingers between my legs, which balanced the pain with pleasure. Sweat was dripping off my body as my orgasm started to build. Then he stepped up the intensity and flogged my ass even harder, and I felt that endorphin rush run through me again, turning the pain into incredibly intense pleasurable sensations. He was taking me right to the edge and I was only seconds from release.

"Please, daddy, please let me come for you," I begged. "Please mark me, daddy" I whispered.

His eyes widened and he looked into the mirror until our eyes met. "What did you say? Did I hear you correctly?"

"You did, mark me, just once, please ... I have to know what it's like."

"It will hurt," he said quietly.

"I know," I whispered, "but I want to know ... call it a souvenir from a wonderful experience."

"Okay," he said. He walked over to the wall and came back carrying what looked like a rattan cane. He stood by my side and asked, "Are you ready?"

"I've never been ... more ready ... for anything in my entire life."

I heard the whistling sound of the cane passing through the air and then it landed across my ass cheeks. The pain was excruciating, and I let out an ear-piercing scream. But then he slid two fingers inside my pussy and his thumb rubbed hard on my clit; my endorphins and my orgasm hit simultaneously, and it felt like a bomb was going off inside me. I convulsed and shook like I was having a seizure. The high was unbelievable; I'd had intense orgasms before, but never anything like this, and streams of liquid squirted out of my vagina. My knees gave way and only the cuffs on my wrists kept me from collapsing onto the floor, and then he wrapped his arm around my waist for support while the fingers of his other hand were buried deep inside me.

When I began to come down, I was totally dazed to the point that it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. I had no idea how long that amazing release lasted, but once he saw that my senses were back about me, he reached up, took off the nipple clamps, which produced another surge of pain as the restricted blood was now able to flow back into my very sore little nubs of flesh. Then he unbuckled the wrist cuffs, and he managed to get me back to the couch. He laid me down, put a pillow under my head, pulled a soft blanket over me, and held me as gentle aftershocks continued to roll through me.

It took me about half an hour to fully recover, and Kaden continued his tender ministrations, giving me little kisses and gentle caresses. When I was finally able to think rationally about everything I'd experienced, I was extremely grateful for everything he'd let me experience and for showing me what good BDSM could be like.

I leaned in and gave him a little peck on his cheek. "Thank you, for this, for everything," I said sincerely.