Belladonna- fMC - NSFW (Patreon)

Authors note: Between Belladonna and female MC. Set in an undetermined time

“Kneel.”

Leather straps crisscrossed over Belladonna’s body, wrapping her in black and pushing her ample breasts upwards.  Dark, strappy heels laced up to the meat of her thigh as she walked around me. I dropped to my knees, swallowing thickly, chest red and heaving.  I had entered a dark room, with only a small spotlight in the center and had been told to strip. From there, I waited. Not moving. Hardly even breathing. Not until Belladonna joined me, her body tantalizingly on display while still covering every bit of her I wanted to see. I didn’t know if we were alone. I didn’t know if there were others lurking in the dark. That was exactly how Belladonna wanted it, though.

“Do you know why you’re here?” she asked, her voice sultry and sweet. It was the kind of voice that felt like honey, dripping down my spine.

“You are not pleased with me.”

“You are not please with me, what?’

I swallowed. “You are not pleased with me, mistress.”

“Oh, I very much like when you say that.” Yanking back my hair, she ran her tongue up the side of my neck, licking the sweat there. “Do you know why I’m not pleased with you, my heart?”

“Because I promised not to touch myself.”

“And did you follow through on that promise?”

“I mean, technically…” The sharp slap of the paddled smacked at my bare hips.

“Try again,” she sang.

“No,” I told her. “I touched myself this morning.” Belladonna could smell it the moment I walked into the cathedral today. I had awoken from a dream with her, my body aching for release.  Reaching between my legs, I had fingered myself quickly, getting myself off in a moment, not quite awake enough to understand what it was I had done. Despite showering, however, Belladonna could still smell my release. And she was clearly not happy.

“And what did we discuss the other day?”

“That my pleasure does not belong to me any longer. That it belongs to you.”

“So why are you kneeling right now, naked?”

“Because I’ve disappointed you, mistress.”

I felt the paddle slide between my legs, tapping my thighs apart as it patted at my slick center. I felt the vibration knock through me, sending a gush of heat within my body.

“Now, just how am I going to have you make it up to me?” she asked. I of course knew that she already had a plan. That this was just a drawn out way of heightening the anticipation.  “Clearly, since you do not listen, we will have to do something about that. I would put a chastity device on you but I feel like those things are barbaric and rarely teach such a lesson.”

“Thank you, mistress,” I sighed.

“Good. You are learning.”

Another whack to my center sent me gasping and nearly falling forward to my hands and knees, I caught myself, doubling over as the paddle rubbed against the lips of my cunt, parting them to seek out my clit. I shivered, feeling that familiar ache burn through me, heightened now as she drew blood down to my center with the flat of the paddle.

“Oh, you are positively dripping, dear heart.” Another smack knocked against me, sending me gasping and to all fours.  “Stay just like that,” Belladonna commanded.

Three more succeeding smacks had me gasping, my hips seeking out the friction. I rolled against the offending object, trying to find some relief. Each hit didn’t hurt per se, but they had my hips hiccuping helplessly for something more. With one last smack,  Belladonna was on my back, paddled tossed aside as she cupped both my breasts, tugging on the chain there.  Looking over my shoulder, I could feel the pout on her lips.

“It’s a shame you are being punished right now. I would very much have liked mutual play tonight, dear heart. It has been a long week.” Trailing her hand upward, she dragged a nail across one puffy nipple, delighting in the yelp it produced.  Her other hand came down to cup my sex, allowing me a brief but pleasurable moment to grind down against her palm, the rings she wore cool steel against my heated skin.

“You are not coming tonight,” she assured me.  “Nor are you to touch me. This could have all been avoided if you had just listened.”

“What– what are we doing then?” I asked, uncertain what my job was supposed to be.

“Oh, dear heart. You are doing nothing. I, on the other hand, will get to play. Bringing you to the brink over and over again until you are screaming my name. And even then, I will not stop. But, under no circumstances, do you get to come.”

She began to rock against me in some sort of mimicry of sex, trailing her hands along my body and dipping her fingers between my wet folds. When she brought her hand back up, it was to wrap her lips around, a pleasured moan filling my ears at the taste of me. My head fell forward, pressing against the floor. I felt something press into me from behind

I wanted to touch her. I had awoken that morning, my thighs already sticky. I swore I could smell her on my pillow. Taste her on my tongue.

“Why’d you do it, my sweet?” she murmured, rolling my clit between her fingers.

“I had a dream.”

“About me?” I nodded out a whimper. “Tell me about it.”

Grabbing me, she flipped me onto my back, pulling me until my ass rested on her knees, my legs spread on either side of her hips. I was wide open for her to view and I knew that any embarrassment I felt had to be quelled.  I was never allowed to hide myself from her.

“I–” I gasped as she pulled out a long dildo from behind her, teasing my opening with the bulbous head.  “I dreamt of you. Pleasuring me. Drinking from me.”

“Did you?” she quirked a brow, slowly pushing the fake cock slowly inside me. I felt full and stretched, the toy far larger than anything she had made me take before.  “And where was I drinking from?”

“My neck?” I squirmed.

“Well, then that is surely a dream. Rarely do I drink from the neck, dear heart. No. In fact, my favorite place is right here.” She ran a hand down the vein on the inner part of my thigh, dragging her nail across my skin until blood bloomed in a thin line. Leaning down, she licked it off of me. My body arched beneath her as I squeezed myself around the rigid line of the cock, feeling her spit dry on my skin.

“When you touched yourself this morning, did you think of me? Did you dream of all the ways I could get off?”

“Yes.”

“Was it anything like this?” she asked, fucking me with the thick implement.  “Or was it my tongue?”

“I– you were doing this while I got to lick you,” I said. “Then you flipped me over and drank from me the moment I reached orgasm.”

“Well,” she whispered, giving a sharp thrust, following my body as it bucked and squirmed. Leaning down, her eyes glinted red. “Perhaps if you hadn’t of touched yourself like we discussed, we could have made that happen for you.” Pulling out, she stood, staring down at me. “But instead, dear heart. I’m going to need you to get dressed and come with me. I have some shopping in the market to do today and you will need to attend.”

Pulling one of her robes out she draped it over her shoulder, tossing the blood tinged locks of her hair over one shoulder. I was left naked and aroused on the floor, legs still spread open. She came over, just as I was about to get up, putting one healed foot on my chest. She took an appreciative look over my body and under her dress, I could see her own curls glistening.

“Beautiful,” she said. “Now, hurry up, darling. I don’t have all day.”

“Yes, mistress.”

She grinned, flashing her teeth, pleased.  I made a vow to be extra good today. Because as much as Belladonna loved giving up punishment, she loved giving out rewards far more.