He laid his hands on my welted arse and squeezed it so that a million pinpricks of extra pain rushed through me, catching up with the endorphins in a wild dance.
He put his mouth on the back of my neck and sucked, lusciously at first, then with deeper dedication. He was going to mark me, and I wanted him to. He could sink his teeth right into that tender flesh and I wouldn’t flinch. He didn’t, though – simply kept up the pressure on the side of my neck while one of his hands moved between my thighs and sought out my clit. It was easily found, being out and proud and ready for action.
‘Mm, somebody needs fucking,’ he said, loud enough for the recording equipment to pick up. ‘What do you think?’ He let his fingertips flutter over the swollen bead, never touching it in the way I craved.
‘Please,’ I whimpered.
‘Didn’t hear you.’
‘Please,’ I wailed.
‘Please? I get that, but there’s something missing, isn’t there? Only girls who ask nicely get their pussies used, Sarah, you know that.’
He withdrew his hand from between my thighs and smacked at the soft inner flesh, several times, hard.
‘Please, Sir,’ I clarified, trying to push my bottom out invitingly, though the ropes curtailed my movements.
‘OK. I’ll just bring the camera closer. Maybe a side angle is best for this … hmm.’
He faffed around with the camera for so long I nearly exploded with frustration. My clit felt huge, hanging there waiting for him, while the heat all around it set fire to every nerve ending.
‘That’s it,’ he said, swaggering up behind me.
He unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down his pants and took hold of me by the front of my thighs, nudging my pussy up to meet the head of his cock.
He went in swiftly and smoothly, my copious juices easing his way.
‘There,’ he said, holding the position.
I felt the tip of him rub against the end of the butt plug. I was double-stuffed, as full as could be. The short wiry hairs around the base of his cock re-ignited the ferocious sting of the switch cuts – he must have known this, because he swivelled his hips slowly, filling me with an intense combination of pleasure and pain that equalled total submission.
‘Look at the camera, Sarah.’
I’ve seen that look many times when I’ve watched the film back. I always wonder what a stranger, viewing it without knowledge of me or Jasper or our dynamic, would make of it. I look the picture of defeated woe, yet I know that, in my heart, I am perfectly thrilled.
‘Now tell the camera what’s happening to you. In precise detail.’
‘I’m tied to a tree,’ I said slowly, fighting for breath. ‘And I’m naked. I’ve just been whipped. My bottom is very sore. I have a plug up inside it, and my master’s cock is in my cunt. I’m about to get fucked.’
‘Beautiful. Perfectly scripted.’ Jasper patted my flank in approval. ‘And I think that’s my cue.’
It wasn’t the easiest or most comfortable way to get fucked, but Jasper knew what he was doing and he managed to hold me in a position that didn’t wrench anything while he thrust inside me, jiggling the plug with each surge forward. I gripped my ropes for dear life and let him lift me slightly, so my feet were off the ground and my legs braced around his calves. He must have had amazing strength and stamina to maintain this position, but he did it brilliantly. Sparks of friction built and built while the butt plug added an exquisite element to proceedings. When the climax came, it would take my whole body, crown to toes, and the anticipation of it stopped up my breath and made my skin tingle.
‘Take it, take it, take it,’ he grunted.
‘Please, Sir, may I come?’
‘Louder!’
‘Please, Sir, may I come?’ I shouted it, hearing my voice ring through the wood.
‘Yes.’
He nearly dropped me. I kicked and bucked so hard, my anal muscles clinging to the plug while I spasmed around Jasper’s thrusting cock, that he swore and lurched forward, stumbling.
By the time I was wrung out, he had regained his footing, and he gripped me bruisingly hard for the last few strokes, growling in triumph when he filled me.
‘Christ,’ he said, panting, lowering me to the ground again. ‘Thank God for weight training.’