Backstory: This is blaze and raquels first time being INTIMATE. Raquel is new to BDSM and has a very limited sex history. Blaze has warned her that he is nothing to play with as he is a Dom/Sadist, but she can’t resist.

I skipped all the getting undressed and such and jumped straight to the action because… it’s time!!!  ENJOY

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“I’m ready whenever you are,” Blaze said.

No doubt that was his way of saying get to sucking. And I wanted to. I wanted to hear him moan and I couldn’t wait to taste him… I just had to get out of my own head first.

Alright, Raquel, I thought to myself. You got this!

I cleared my throat and got up higher on my knees.

Running my tongue over the tip, I teased and tasted his dick for several long seconds before taking him in further. 

Blaze laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.

I wasn’t sure if he was enjoying it, or getting bored, because my technique wasn’t exactly going smoothly.

Every time I went down too far, I gagged and withdrew. Only to repeat the process again, with little to no hand action as I tried to use my mouth to do all the work.

Blaze said nothing, but I could feel the judgement in his silence.

Things were not going well and once my teeth scraped down his dick, things got worse.

Still leaning back on the couch, Blazed remained quiet, but now his eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling.

He released a slow breath, and I figured I should try again, which I was about to do when Blaze halted me.

“Stop,” he said before I could get going. “Have you ever sucked dick before?”

“Yes,” I replied, sitting back a little, “And contrary to what just happened, I actually know how to give a blow job.”

Blaze only stared at me. I couldn’t blame him. I did just, in essence, bite the man.

“I’m serious,” I said, trying to plead my case. “I’m really not this bad.”

Blaze tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch. “Tell me this, did the men enjoy it? Or did they just enjoy you?”

I didn’t like his emphasis on the word you.

“What exactly does that mean?” I asked.

“Come on, Raquel. You are an actual model. Some men can get off by the mere thought of you. Which, in turn, requires no actual skills on your part,” he said blatantly.

I snorted a laugh. “Instead of saying you were harsh earlier, you should have simply said you were an asshole.”

I knew it was a mistake as soon as it left my mouth.

It wasn’t that his brazen assessment hurt my feelings. It was true, I’d fumbled my oral performance, but his slick way of telling me I was all looks and nothing more didn’t go unnoticed. I wasn’t used to a man belittling me.

Nevertheless, rule number one was do not insult your dom, but it was too late to retract.

Blaze leaned forward and gripped my chin, holding it firmly in his large hand. His gaze fixated on my mouth before returning to my eyes.

“Thank you,” he finally said.

It was his composed demeanor and the absence of any hint of anger, irritation, or impatience that alerted me to the fact that I was in trouble.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer, but I asked anyway. “For what?”

“Earning your first punishment.”

My mouth remained shut as I stared up at this gorgeous, intense, unwavering man. It would not get me in trouble again.

“What is your job?” he asked.

“To please you, sir,” I answered respectfully.

“Exactly, so let me be clear,” Blaze began, his hand still cupping my face. “I am training you to be a whore, not wholesome. Therefore, I suggest you leave your moral compass at the door. As your dom, if I want to question you I will, if I want to use you, I will and if I want to degrade you, I most definitely will. Learn to appreciate it, because disrespect from you will not be tolerated. Do you understand?”

This time, I held back my knee jerk reaction to get defensive about being spoken to in such a way because if I were being honest, I kinda liked it.

Usually men treated me with kid gloves too afraid that I would break, or possibly retaliate and dump them.

But Blaze didn’t care that I was beautiful or had a long string of men begging to date me. He treated me exactly the way he wanted to, like a woman that he expected to obey his demands with no negotiations and no apologies.

In conclusion, I was embarrassingly wet.

“I understand,” I said.

I heard myself say the words, but I still couldn’t believe it. This was strange as hell. I felt like I was in the twilight zone or something.

After giving me a nod of approval, Blaze settled back into his seat.

“Now, tell me. How many guys have you gone down on?”

I calculated three guys in my mind: Avery, Chaz and Eric.

“Only a few,” I said. When he didn’t respond, I felt the need to fill the silence and rushed to add jokingly, “I mean, it’s not like I made a habit of going around and giving blowjobs for sport.”

Blaze lifted a brow.

“Not yet.”

And there it was again, that not-so-subtle reminder that I would be shared.

My stomach tightened and my mind split into two conflicting reactions concerning sex with other people: Let the fun begin, and I’m gonna have a panic attack.

I gave voice to neither because I was likely to say the wrong thing and earn myself another punishment.

“Do you like the flavor strawberry?” Blaze asked.

Baffled at how the conversation turned from oral gratification to strawberries, I said, “Uh, yeah, why?”

Blaze open the small wooden treasure chest on the table next to him and pulled out a tiny box. Flipping back the lid, he retrieved a thin, red, rectangular shaped strip.

“Open your mouth,” Blaze instructed.

When I did, he placed the thin strip near the back of my tongue. It dissolved almost immediately, tasting like strawberry candy.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Something that’s going to help you suck my dick easier. Are you ready to try again?”

I looked at his length so hard and big. I wanted to please him.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

He removed the hair that had fallen in my face by tucking it behind my ear. “Alright then, slut, show me what you got.”

And I did.

Thanks to his assertiveness, my initial jitters had disappeared, and I was eager to prove that I was more than just a pretty face. I may not be an expert, but I knew how to make a man feel good.

This time, I took my sweet time kissing and licking his entire length. Making my kisses seductive and passionate.

Once I locked my lips around his dick, I was more relaxed and easily found a rhythm to jacking him off while sucking him at the same time.

By the time I got him halfway down my throat, I understood what he meant about the strip. It had numbed the back of my throat and I could take him a whole lot deeper.

Finally, Blaze moaned, and it sounded so good I felt my pussy twitch. It was the titillating boost I needed to repeat the deep throat motion over and over again.

I slid my free hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit. It was a habit I’d formed when I went down on guys, because often enough, it was the only way I could get mine too.

Suddenly, Blaze lean forward and grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he said. “I’m going to take care of that. Put your hands behind your back until I allow you to move them.”

Following orders, I folded my arms behind me, and Blaze gripped my shoulders. I was vaguely aware of his fingers grazing across my scars, but I was too engrossed in the moment to care.

His hands slid up my neck and into my hair, and he began shoving my head down hard and fast, stretching my mouth wide with his dick.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Take me all the way in.”

He repeated the process, stopping every so often to let me catch my breath, before guiding me back down again.

I don’t know how long he fucked my mouth, but eventually he allowed me to use my hands again to create the perfect hand and mouth combo to get him closer to his climax.

I had to stop yet again, to catch my breath and during those few seconds my mouth wasn’t sucking him dry, my hands were still working his dick. I must have finally gotten it right because before I could swallow him again, he came.

“Damn,” he moaned. His eyes closed, his breaths coming in heavy. Mine were coming in heavy too.

It took forever to get him to cum, and his release had landed on his chest and abs. It was silly, but I really felt like I had accomplished something, and when our eyes met, something had changed. We had changed.

It felt as though this act solidified our connection to a point where it was impossible to deny that I was his. All of my limits and fears melted away, and even before he spoke, I knew what he wanted and I was ready to appease.

“Clean it up,” he ordered.

“My pleasure,” I said.

Gone was the timid girl from when I first entered this room. For the first time in my life, I’d officially set free the licentious woman that I’d always kept buried deep inside.

I liked how cocky Blaze was, loved that he was unapologetic about wanting to use me as a sex object and then toss me aside when he was done. 

It was part of the thrill, and now that I was being totally honest with myself, it was one of my biggest fantasies come true.

My nipples brushed against his knees as I shifted forward, dipping my head low to lick up the first few drops of cum. Although I could still taste the strawberry numbing strip, it was easy to differentiate between that and Blaze.

His release was salty with undertones of his own unique sweetness that I couldn’t get enough of.

I took my time with this, my ass high in the air, teasing him, kissing the areas after I cleaned them, and never breaking eye contact.

Once I was done, I sat back and sucked on my lower lip, still tasting him.

“That was good, sir. What else do you want me to do?”

Blaze snatched me up onto his lap, snaked his arms around my waist and stood, carrying me over to the bed, kissing me the entire way.

“I like you naughty,” he said, tossing me onto the bed. I bounced a little and grinned, ready to play.

Blaze grabbed my ankles and yanked me back towards the edge, covering my neck and chest with kisses that randomly turn into love bites.

When his mouth reached my breast, he bit gently and then harder as he takes in one tight, sensitive nipple.

I gasped, momentarily flustered. It stung, but I liked it, and before I could meditate on the pain too long, Blaze repeatedly ran his tongue over my nipple until the discomfort subsided.

What I was feeling was otherworldly, and a fiery excitement surged through me as he continued his pleasurable torment, exploring my body.

His technique wasn’t rushed, clumsy or unbalanced. Everything he did blended pleasure and pain in a skilled eroticism that only he could master.

Blaze knew how hard to inflict pain and where.

I couldn’t help but think of all the passionate scenes in vampire movies where the main character is aroused by the biting and begging for more.

The need for it to hurt, because it felt good, now made sense to me.

By the time Blaze reached my belly button, I was sure he would go down on me and I tensed, but I didn’t stop him. However, instead of going further south, he worked his way back up, seizing my neck with more of those vampiric kisses.

Gradually, Blaze slides into me and I whimper, wrapping my arms and legs around him, digging my nails into his back.

“The deeper you dig into me, the deeper I dig into you,” Blaze warned in my ear, switching to an angle that allowed him to penetrate my very depths, proving that he was serious.

My body clung to his, and I understood that my fantasy of Blaze was nothing compared to the reality. He had skills on top of skills.

“You’re soaking my dick now, princess,” he groans into my ear, and my pussy clenches around him.

Great! Why’d he have to say that? Now I was going to ruin his sheets and drown us both.

“I think you’re about ready?”

“Huh?” I say absently. Only coming back to reality, because he pulled out of me, yanking me from my paradise of euphoria.

“Warm-ups over. Get on your knees and face the edge of the bed.”

Getting on all fours enthusiastically, I wiggled my ass, glanced over my shoulder and said, “Is this where you ruin me?”

Blaze gave me a lascivious wink, and I knew then that it was over for me.

He took hold of my waist, roughly pulling me back toward him before impaling my pussy.

It knocked the wind out of me and a weird squeal type cry escaped as he sped up. I had never, and I mean never, had sex like this before. His dick was touching places I didn’t know I had.

Who knew there was a spot that every time it was tapped, your eyes twitched and your inner thighs shook? I didn’t!

I clutched the sheets, searching for an anchor as they twisted and tangled around my fingers. But I was too slow, and he was much too fast. Blaze slammed into me relentlessly, seizing my soul with a pleasure so strong it felt insurmountable.

He was doing more than dominating me. He was igniting a fire inside that burned hotter with every stroke and I could barely stand it.

This was the best and only rough fucking I had ever experienced, and as I tried to pull free for the thousandth time, I realized that was the problem.

If I couldn’t handle my vibrator, being turned up to anything past a three in a ten-level setting, I could not handle this!

Already my legs had become ineffective, my wild hair was hanging down all around my face, making me sweat and boxing me in like someone had tossed a pillowcase over my head, and my mouth was a permanent O.

Desperately, I tried to ease forward, to relieve some of the pressure while Blaze continued drilling into me, making my toes curl.

“Wait… Wait. I just need… a second,” I pleaded.

But Blaze ignored me, and I knew why.

Wait was not my safe word, stop was, and if I wouldn’t use it, he didn’t have to adhere to it.

Silly me, I didn’t want him to stop, only slow down, or not go so deep.

“Please… it’s too much.” I begged, trying to appeal to him in another way.

“Too late for that now,” Blaze said sternly, his hands on my shoulders, cementing me in place. “You said you wanted to be my whore, and now you are.”

Then the bastard kicked it up a notch, by grabbing a hand full of my hair, pulling my head back, forcing the arch in my back to deepen. The vigor of his thrusts felt so good I was on the verge of tears.

I shifted forward again, slipping from his hold.

“Stop running from me,” Blaze cautioned. “Or I will make it more intense.”

More intense! He was going to kill me.

He was already rearranging my insides and my hands now gripped at thin air because he was pulling me back so hard.

Instinctually, I tried to slow him down again, reaching back and planting my hands on his legs.

Bad move.

Blaze paused and leaned away, not withdrawing from me completely, but enough to give me the break I’d begged for. I should have known something was wrong when I heard him open the nightstand drawer, but I paid it no mind.

Suddenly, something soft and flexible wrapped around my neck and I felt Blaze’s fingers lock it in place.

I was in such a delirious state, my dumb ass thought it was a necklace and that the gesture was both sweet and odd that Blaze would pause during sex to give me jewelry.

However, after leaning forward to readjust my position, panic seized me when I realized I couldn’t breathe!

I coughed, fought, and blindly scraped at my neck for the object restricting my air supply.

“Hands off,” Blaze ordered in an authoritative voice.

And with a strong jerk, he pulled me backwards towards him and, of course; I lost my shit again.

“You will not win this. Calm down.”

This time, it was easier to follow instructions because I could breathe. Regaining access to oxygen, combined with Blaze’s gentle kisses on the back of my neck and shoulders, gave me some much needed clarity.

I was wearing a collar attached to a leash and its pressure around my throat reminded me of my submissive position.

We were now both up on our knees in bed, my back nestled against his chest and his arm possessively holding me immobile. I could feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing, much steadier than my own.

I was safe.

Breathing easier, I unhooked my fingers from the collar, relinquishing my control.

With the hand that wasn’t holding the leash, Blaze caressed one breast and then the other, taking each nipple between his fingers, twisting and rolling it, transforming any apprehension I had left into arousal.

I moaned quietly, my eyes closed and my desire reignited. Strong fingers moved down my belly and stopped right at the entrance of my pussy.

He tightened the collar so that I had to concentrate hard in order to get in enough air, then said, “Pull away from me and I will make it hard for you to breathe. Take this dick like a good girl and you will be fine. If you need to tap out, use your safe word and if you cannot speak, lift one hand in the air.”

A strangled “Yes” fell from my lips, but I wasn’t tapping out of anything. Now that I’d adjusted to what was happening, I wanted the experience.

Blaze pressed two fingers into me, and I rocked my hips steadily against his hand, urging him to speed up.

“Are you better?” he asked.

I was beyond better. It was as if I had returned to my own personal paradise of pleasure. The way Blaze put my mind and body at ease spoke volumes about his talents.

He withdrew his fingers from inside me and inserted them into my open mouth. I sucked hungrily, cleaning my juices from his hand until he pulled it away.

“Good girl. Ready to try again?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, a nod accompanying my words.

He loosened his hold on the leash and placed a hand on my upper back so that I could re-assume the position.

Back on my hands and knees, I braced myself for what I knew would be another round of hardcore fucking, and Blaze delivered beyond my wildest expectations.

Within seconds, I was once again clawing at the sheets, swearing and spitting out strands of my damp, sweaty hair that clung to my lips.

Blaze pounded into me like a jackhammer doing construction, and I hung in there like a champ. Taking the blows, the biting and the bruises I knew he had to have been leaving all over my lower back and arms.

He was rough, then merciful, aggressive, then complaisant. Making my head spin with the merry-go-round of passion.

Just lean into it. Just lean into it.

The mental reminder, along with the verbal ones Blaze had given, went well for a while.

However, when continuous spikes of pleasure ripped into me like a tsunami, I got choked with that leash several times because I couldn’t resist attempting to escape.

I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life, and what did Blaze do?

Reached around and isolated my clit with his pointer finger and thumb and expertly manipulated every feel good nerve it possessed.

I screamed.

Blaze no longer had to pull the leash because the uncontrollable shaking made me too uncoordinated to get away.

His warning before we entered this room was right, he was going to tear me apart.

My orgasm swelled inside of me until it was too large to contain and suddenly when it exploded out of me, so did a massive stream of pee!

NOOOOOO.

My mind was shrieking in embarrassment, but my body had succumbed to how unbelievably incredible this felt.

I had to stop this! I could not continue peeing all over Blaze’s bed, but I had no choice. He was not slowing down!

Blaze ravaged me with his manhood, while his hand remained fixed between my legs, encouraging the spraying and gushing.

Despite my weakened state, I persisted with futile attempts to wriggle free and put an end to the most humiliating and pleasurable experience of my life, but when Blaze tightened the leash around my neck and said, “Am I being enough of an asshole for you now, princess?” I accepted my fate.

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