Kinky Fuckery With The Outlaw

Finally its Sunday and it feels good to wake up un my bed at Andy's house. Last night seems a bit of a blur, all that I can remember is that me and Ash decided to hit the clubs and have a few drinks.... maybe a few too many in my case. I'm not sure about Ash, depending on what it is he drinks, it can take him a lot to get drunk.
I head downstairs still in my pjs and bed hair, which I'm not able to do since Ashley, sorry Master, always wants me perfect and to his standards. It seems to be the small things that I'm really looking forward to like making my own breakfast, throwing something in the oven or microwave when I can't be bothered to cook, having a lazy day and not obeying rules.
"Morning," Andy greets as he pours himself a bowl of cereal.
"Morning," I sit opposite him where he's already laid a bowl, spoon and glass of orange juice.
"How's your week been?" he passes the cereal over.
"Tiring."
"Is that because of all the sex?" a smirk crawls onto his thin pale lips.
"No that just made it worse. I swear if he uses that whip on me one more time then I am going to wrap it around his fucking neck," I hiss remembering all the times he's used it on me, it's like its permanently glued to his hand.
"Well that's not very nice," a familiar voice speaks from behind me.
Shit! I freeze.
He chuckles. "Hey Haven," Ashley wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing slightly.
"Hi," I whisper making him chuckle more. "What are you doing here?"
"Me and Andy are going shopping, coming with?"
"Sure. Let me finish my breakfast," I shrug, not having anything better to do, I can chill on the couch later with a movie.
Once I finish eating, I head upstairs and quickly change into some jeans and a baggy red jumper with full sleeves. Damn Ashley and that damn whip leaving marks on every piece of skin visible. I swear the only reason he did that so I wouldn't be wearing anything too revealing in public, which I don't see what his problem is, I've seen him with submissive's wearing less than I do out and around with him... Well.... Fucker! It's another way he can control me, control what I wear, if I have whip marks all over my body then of course I won't wear crop tops and shorts. I head into the bathroom and do my makeup light and my hair tied into a messy bun. I quickly brush my teeth then run downstairs, slipping on my knee high black boots.
"Sexy Haven," Ashley winks over to me.
"Piss off," I hiss.
"Someone has a temper," he mutters under his breath.
I growl and press him against the wall. "I said piss off."
Ash smirks. "I bet your so glad that it's your day off before I'll be ripping them jeans and panties down and showing you what the other end of my whip can do to a pretty ass like that."
"You already shown me," I hiss.
"Well I'll show you again. And again. And again, Angel," he smirks.
Tuesday rolls around sooner than expected and I find myself outside Ashley's house. Andy waves off as he pulls away from the pavement. Damn I really need to learn to drive. It would really save Andy all this running and messing around all the time. I bite my lip, I hope that I don't get punished for the whole if he uses the whip on me again that I will wrap it around his neck thing. To be honest I am not his then so I am entitled to say what I want about it. I search my pocket for the key while walking up to his front door. By the time I reach it, I pull the key from my pocket, opening the door.
The sound of the dogs claws on the tiled floor could be heard and soon enough their greeting me, shaking their head as they do so. Looks like they just finished bath time with Ashley, the fur's wet and dripping small drops of water though the house. Great, at I guess I'm the one cleaning up after them. Which I can't complain about its better than bathing them.
"Hey boys," I bend down, petting their small wet heads. "Where's Ashley?"
Just at that moment, Ashley comes walking out the kitchen, his clothes damp from the dogs bath. "Hey you," he pulls me into a heated kiss, pressing me to the wall. I moan softly, returning the kiss, my hands loosely grabbing the fabric of his damp shirt. His hands trail up my dress, pressing to my hips. I shiver under his touch, the coolness of his skin as well with the warmth it leaves behind. I love his touch, shivers continue running down my spine as his hands freely roam my body.
All too soon he pulls away, leaving me wanting more of him.
"Had fun yesterday?"
"It was alright," I answer, remembering that I spent most of the day in bed with Andy watching reruns of Batman.
"Hmm I missed you. I guess you're going to have to make it up to me tonight," his hands run down my body.
I bite my lip hard. "Are you going to punish me for what I said on Sunday?"
"Of course not sweetie. like I said we're friends so you can say anything you want about me on your days off and I can't punish you like I do when your with me right now," he tells me.
"Cool."
"Very. Now get upstairs. I missed you!"
"Yes Master," I quickly run to the bedroom with Ashley close behind.
"Get in, strip and kneel," he instructs, opening the door with his key.
"Yes Master," I walk into the dimly lit room, and quickly strip my clothes, folding them into a neat pile on the chair. I kneel down next to the chair waiting for Ashley to walk through the door.
A few moments later, Ashley walks in just wearing his black skinny jeans, shirtless also barefooted. I bite my lip, looking down at my lap.
"Look at me Doll," Master commands.
Slowly, I look up meeting eye to eye. He kneels down, capturing my lips in his, slowly standing back up with his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me up with him. All too soon he pulls away, his gaze on my body.
"Bed now," he growls.
I nod and hurry over to the bed, laying down in the middle. Master is quick to follow behind but this time he's got no whip which I am thankful for. Well there's nothing he can punish me for since I just got here after my weekend off. I watch as he walks over to the set of draws, pulling something out, knowing what's its going to be, I raise my hands up.
As Master turns around, he smiles at me. "Good girl. You remembered," he praises, tying my hands to the bed frame with a set of metal handcuffs before opening my legs. He sits in between them, staring at my helpless body before him.
"You really don't know how much I missed this sight Haven," his hand runs down my body and I shiver under his touch. His other hand grabs a scarf from the side.
I watch as he ties it securely around my eyes, blocking my view of what's happening next, All my other senses working overboard. I hear him unfasten his belt, throwing it onto the floor with a bang from the metal belt buckle.
"Now are we going to behave today when I fuck you?" he questions. "Because I will use that whip like you know."
"Too well," I mutter under my breath before quickly regretting it.
Fuck!
"What was that Haven?" his tone his harsh.
"N-Nothing Master," I apologise hoping he would overlook it.
"Hmm."
Suddenly I feel the pain of his whip across my belly and I hiss in pain. Last weeks bruises wasn't fully healed and now I'm getting more. Great! He soon picks the pace up and whips harder. I cry out in pain, the after sting still lingers as the whip comes into contact with my skin again.
"Please Master," I beg, tugging at the handcuffs fiercely. Don't whip me, I silently beg.
"Please what Haven?" another smack of the whip.
"Please stop," I whine in pain and frustration.
"You know the word to make me stop if you can't take anymore baby," Ashley reminds me.
Outlaw. The word I chose as a safe word to use when I can't take anymore what he's giving me.
Another hard smack across both my legs drags me back in reality with a scream of pain. I bite my lip hoping he'll calm down soon and give me what he came up here to do.
"Now what do you say Haven?" Master drops the whip. "Are you going to obey me?"
"Yes Master," I quickly reply.
He chuckles, removing the scarf from around my eyes, allowing me to see him.
"I want to see what I do to you when I fuck you," Master tells me, wrapping my legs around his waist and that' when I notice he's removed both his jeans and boxers. I whimper a little as I press him closer towards me, my thighs still stinging from the whip. His weight on my belly doesn't help with the pain.
He teases my entrance with his tip, lightly thrusting against me. A small moan escapes my lips, as I arch my back in an attempt to get him inside me even if it's just a bit. He runs his fingers over me, rubbing my clit in a small circle before removing his hand completely.
"Does whipping turn you on Haven?" he licks his fingers. "Because your so wet for me."
I moan a little at the sight of him licking his fingers.
"I might just eat you out now. What do you say? Want me to fuck you or eat you out?" Master purrs.
"Fuck me. Please," I beg.
He chuckles. "Tough. Like I'd let you chose what you want," he removes my legs from around his waist, moving down my body. He pushes my legs up so my knees are bend, giving him access to what he wants.
I watch as he leans in slowly licking and lightly sucking my clit as I moan in pleasure. He grazes his teeth over the sensitive skin, making my body shiver. Suddenly he thrusts his tongue deep into me, hitting every spot he can while he rubs circles on my clit. I moan louder, thrusting my hips up to become more pleasured by his tongue. My hands tug at the restraints wanting to tug at his perfectly black smooth hair and make it a mess and tangled.
"Please untie me Master," I whine as he wiggles his tongue deeper, hitting my spot.
He growls against my skin and I moan louder.
"Please. I want to touch you," I plead.
He begins to softly bite down on the skin and I whimper.
"Sorry. Sorry!" I arch my back more.
Master violently grabs my hips, pressing my back to the cool sheets, his tongue still finding more and more ways of pleasuring me. I hiss as he runs his nails sharply down my hips before going back to my clit, rubbing hard and fast,
I moan out as loud as I can, soon feeling the fire in my stomach getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
"M-Master," I moan out in warning and he quickly pulls away,
I gasp as he thrusts his tongue back in, hitting directly on my spot and I come violently around him, moaning loudly.
He licks me clean before laying my legs back down and laying in between them.
"Enjoyed that?" he chuckles.
I nod, closing my eyes, breathing heavily.
"Oh no time to rest darling. I'm not done with you yet. I can easily make you come again and again and... again," he whispers, thrusting into me.
I moan weakly not sure if my body can cope with much more. Suddenly my eyes shot open as he grabs a tight hold of my throat, before pounding hard into me, his hips grinding against mine. I let out a choked moan as I gasp for breath.
How the hell am I suppose to shout out the safe word if he's choking me?!
He grabs a hold of my breast with the other free hand and squeezes it, running his thumb softly over my nipple. I let out another choked moan as his grip on my neck tightens. What is with the choking me thing? Doesn't he want me to moan? My hips thrust up with his as he still manages to keep his pace going. Suddenly the familiar feeling of an orgasm lights in the bottom of my stomach.
"M-Master," I moan weakly unable to hold it any longer.
"Want to come darling?" he smirks darkly.
"Y-Yes."
"Tough," he chuckles, slowing down before pulling out of me. His hands remove themselves from my neck and breast, and at last I can breath.
I whine in frustration making Ashley chuckle.
"You want to come? Hmm?" he thrusts himself back into me.
I nod.
"Hmm?" he removes himself before ramming his full length back into me, hitting my spot perfectly.
"Yes! Yes!" I gasp, arching my back.
"Yes what?!" he snaps.
"Yes Master!"
"Yes Master what?" he snarls, grabbing my neck and thrusting hard.
"Yes Master I want to come," I whine.
He pulls out fully leaving me hanging once again. I let out a groan of frustration. My hips raise up, wanting... needing, him back inside me. Please I need him. Suddenly Ashley rams back into me, pulling out fully, I whine as he keeps pushing me closer and closer to the edge, unsure how much longer it's going to be before I orgasm. Ashley must of noticed as he pushes into me again, just missing my spot where I need him to hit. Fucker! I moan louder, whimpering as I'm still being pushed closer. He defiantly knows what he's doing and probably has done this before, maybe way too many times.
"Master," I whine, thrusting my hips up with his.
"Come then darling," Ashley hits me where I need him to.
I moan loudly and come violently around him, my back arching. Ashley releases the grip on my neck and pulls out, kissing my neck softly. I pant, resting my back on the cool bed sheets. I tug at the restraints needing to be released. Master kneels up in between my legs, running his tongue down my body at the same time. His tongue rubs my clit, sucking harshly. Suddenly I gasp as he bites down hard.
"Fuck," I hiss.
"Cussing is not allowed babe," he bites my clit harder.
I groan loudly. Oh please don't get the whip out, please!
Master bends down at the side of the bed, picking something up. Fuck! Please not a whip. A harsh whack of the whip comes down on my stomach. I let out a scream.
"Fuck," I hiss.mo
"Was that another bad word babe?" he kneels up, smacking my stomach again.
"Yes Master. Sorry," I hiss through gritted teeth.
"Hmm I don't think you are," he runs the whip down my body.
My body shivers as I wonder what he's going to do to me. The whip drops from his hand, thank God for that! I bite my lip knowing that something far worse was to come from this, if he's not using the whip as punishment then that only means he's using something else. Roughly, Master grabs my thigh, wrapping it around his waist and runs his hand back down to my hip. Suddenly he raises his hand, slapping my hip hard and I hiss in pain, my back arching with the harsh sting afterwards. Fuck. That's got to hurt his hand as much as it did me but clearly it's not effected him as he raises his hand again, hitting in the same spot again.
Finally after another 10 slaps and a painful hip later he removes my thigh from around him and runs his nails down my body. I growl/ hiss in pain, my back arching. His mouth attaches itself to my clit as he begins to softly suck. I let out a small moan, finally enjoying some pleasure. Before I can enjoy anymore, he slowly sinks his teeth into my soft flesh.
"Ow!" I hiss through gritted teeth, but that doesn't stop him from pressing harder. "Ow! Master that hurts," I whimper.
His nails dig into my thighs as he doesn't stop biting down harder.
"Ashley please, stop," I beg.
I bite my lip, wondering how much more I can take before he's going to stop. Outlaw! I silently beg he's going to stop sometime soon. But he's got other plans, sinking his teeth in further.
That's it!
"Outlaw! I scream.
And with that he suddenly pulls away, sitting in between my legs. He runs his hand through his hair which has fallen in front of his face as he sat up.
"Let me go," I whisper, tears threatening to fall.
Ashley obeys my wishes, leaning over to the bedside table for the key and uncuffing me. He straddles my waist.
"You alright Doll?" he whispers.
I shake my head. "Please don't do that again."
"Alright sweetie, he softly kisses my jaw. "Want to stop or continue? I promise not to use that punishment on you again if you don't like it."
I bite my lip. "Continue. You can make it up to me," I smirk.
I rest my limp and worn out body in a relaxing bubble bath while Ashley plays in his studio. I knew the man had moves but damn, he doesn't know when to stop, I've lost how many orgasms he's given to me. The door opens and Ashley comes walking in just as the bath water starts turning a little cold. Good timing much?
"Hey, how you feeling?" he kneels down in front of me.
"Sore," I murmur.
Ashley smirks. "From what? All the orgasms or punishments?"
"A bit of both."
"Good. Come on then up you get," he grabs an overlarge bath towel and holds it out towards me.
Shakily I stand to my feet and Ashley wraps the towel around my body. I lean into his warm body as he lifts my legs out and carries me into the bedroom bridal style, placing my feet onto the soft carpet.
"Come on I'm not doing all the work. Get dressed," he commands.
"Yes Master," I head over to the bed where my clothes are neatly laid out ready for me. To my surprise the usual uniform is not waiting, instead a pair of baggy sweatpants and one of his KISS T-Shirts, along with the usual bra and matching panties set/ "Hmm Master?"
"Yes Doll?" he turns around towards me.
"Where's my maid outfit?"
"Hung up. Why?"
"Why aren't I wearing it?"
"Because I said so. Now come on get ready," Ashley lightly slaps my ass.
"Yes Master," I bite my lip, dropping the towel to the floor and quickly slipping on the items of clothing.
I brush at my tangled wet hair, pulling it all into a bun and re-hang the towel back on the rack in the bathroom. Then after emptying the water, I clean out the tub and walk back into my room where Ashley is stood at the dressing table waiting.
"Sit down Doll," he commands.
I obey, sitting down on the seat in front of the mirror watching as Ashley pulls my hair out of the bun. He runs a brush through if and grabs the hairdryer, which is already plugged in and waiting, and makes a start on drying my hair. I sit back, relaxing as he does the work which is confusing. Just 20 minutes ago he was a whole different person to what he is now. When Ashley finishes drying my hair, he grabs the hair tie and reties my hair back up into a bun.
"Even though your not in uniform doesn't mean you don't have to call me Master. You still do, now go downstairs and sit on the couch. I'll be along in a minute," he instructs me.
"Yes Master," I head downstairs, sitting on the couch.
Killer trots into the room carrying a chew toy in his mouth. He circles at my feet before laying down, holding the toy in between his paws as he chews it. Not long after Tokyo comes trotting in with chew in his mouth which Ash must of given to them. I hear Ash in the kitchen, the sounds of the kitchen cupboards slamming shut. What are we doing? The TV is on pause so we must be watching some movie of some sort. Ashley walks in with a tray, placing it on the coffee table in front of us. He sits next to me, handing a can of coke and placing the huge bowl of popcorn on my lap.
"Master?"
"Yes Doll?"
"What are we doing?"
"Watching a movie," he tells me.
"Why?"
"I like watching movies," he leans back onto the couch, "stand up."
"Ok," I place the bowl and drink back onto the table and stand up, watching as he kicks his legs up onto the couch.
"Down again," he pulls me back down so I'm laid down with my head on his stomach.
I reach over grabbing the bowl of popcorn, placing it on my lap for easy access for both of us. "What are we watching?"
"The Godfather," he replies.

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