Chapter 20 - Balls

“Anastasia, I’ve told you. Fifty shades. I had a rough start in life – you don’t want that shit in your head. Why would you?”

She wanted us to make love not fuck. She wanted to touch me. I said no. She wants to know why, and she won’t let it drop.

“Because I want to know you better,” she says.

“You know me well enough,” I respond. Trust me, you don’t want to know the real me.

“How can you say that?” she asks me earnestly. She kneels up on the bed to sit and face me.

I roll my eyes at her in frustration. I don't like to talk about all of that shit. I spend most of my time trying not to think about it.

“You’re rolling your eyes. Last time I did that, I ended up over your knee,” she complains. Well I can do whatever I like, baby. That’s just the way it is.

“Oh, I’d like to put you there again.” Especially if you don't give up on this.

“Tell me and you can.”

“What?” You’re offering? But I thought…. didn’t you just say no earlier this evening?

“You heard me.”

“You’re bargaining with me?” I ask in disbelief.

 “Negotiating.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Anastasia.” That's topping from the bottom.

“Okay. Tell me, and I’ll roll my eyes at you.”

This makes me laugh.

“Always so keen and eager for information.” Well, who am I to refuse you?

I think about where we could go with this. This might well be a golden opportunity to push her limits a little further. Hell yeah, a bit of soft kinky. I’m up for that. And then she’ll be completely fucked out and too tired to ask any more of her stupid questions.

“Don’t go away.”

I disappear and make my way to my playroom. I’m thinking about which sex toy will best enhance the erotic spanking I’ve got planned. Something to show her how fucking amazing a spanking can be for a girl as well as a guy. Something suitable for a beginner. 

I don't think she’s ready for a nipple clamp chain yet, even though gently tugging on the chain with each spank is extremely arousing for a woman.  She’d find anal beads very pleasurable, but I know she’s hesitant about anal. 

Then I've got it - I know what will be perfect. They don't look scary in any way, so I'm sure she’ll be intrigued, as I doubt she’ll have a clue as to what they are.

I can see Anastasia is very curious when I return, but I don't let her see what I've brought back with me.

“When’s your first interview tomorrow?” I ask innocently, because I’m not supposed to know am I?  But of course I do. I’m just checking there’s been no change of plan for her first interview at two. I don't want to keep her up late if it’s been changed to earlier in the day. I’ll be fucking pissed if that’s the case and I haven't been informed.

“Two.”

No change. Perfect. So we can play tonight and she can have a lie in.

“Good.”

I can be her Dom anywhere I choose. So we’ll do a scene right here, in my bedroom. Why the fuck not? 

Spank Daddy time.

“Get off the bed. Stand over here,” I command, as I point beside the bed.

I’m pleased to see that she scrambles off the bed and hastily gets into position. She’s keen. Very keen. She’s got unresolved sexual tension that needs my attention. But I have to be sure that she’s up for playing a little scene.

“Trust me?” I ask. She has to trust that I know what I’m doing. And I do. I’m an expert in what I do. I'm a very experienced and highly skilled Dom.

She nods.

I hold out my hand to show her the silver Ben Wah orgasm balls I’ve selected. A centuries old design devised to increase a woman’s arousal. No pain, just stimulation. In her frustrated state, she should find them mind blowing, especially as she’s so fucking snug and tight. Just that thought has my cock twitching straight to attention.

“These are new,” I stress. With where I’m about to put them, I figure she needs to know that.

Ana looks puzzled. She hasn’t got a clue what they are. This is going to be so much fun. My eager little pupil.

“I am going to put these inside you, and then I’m going to spank you, not for punishment, but for your pleasure and mine.”

Yep, rock hard aching erection fully up now. I swallow hard and pause to see what her reaction is.

She’s staring at me wide eyed and shocked, but I think thrilled as well.

“Then we’ll fuck, and if you’re still awake, I’ll impart some information about my formative years. Agreed?” Plan is, you won’t be awake.

She nods her head excitedly. That’s my girl, always ready to try something new. And she’s going to fucking love this sexy teasing game.

“Good girl. Open your mouth... wider.”

She looks puzzled again, but does as she’s told. I gently put the balls in her mouth.

“They need lubrication. Suck,” I order. I watch her carefully and am satisfied that she’s finding this new experience exciting, not scary. In fact she starts squirming – she’s still feeling frustrated from not being allowed to come when we fucked in the boathouse.

“Keep still, Anastasia,” I warn her. I’m still in control; she must do as she is told.

“Stop.” I tug the balls from her mouth, then throw the duvet aside to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” I command. She stands in front of me.

“Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles.”

Ana just blinks at me, and doesn’t move. Not good enough, Miss Steele.

“Don’t hesitate,” I warn her, putting the balls in my mouth to keep them warm.

She bends over as instructed. Her fantastic ass is perfectly positioned right in front of me, and that is one mighty fine view with her tiny lacy pale blue panties scantily covering the round fleshy expanse. Pert. Sexy. Fuckable. Her pale skin soft and smooth as I gently caress it. Mmm…it’s going to look even better when I’ve spanked it to a nice bright shade of pink. God, I love her delectable ass, fucking love it.

I move her panties to one side, run my finger up and down, then slip inside her. She’s wet. Soaking wet. I circle my finger inside her, once then twice. She moans and clenches her muscles around me, and it’s all I can do not to just take her right then and there. 

But that’s not how we’re playing this scene, so I take a few breaths to calm myself down. Control, Grey. Then I slowly insert the balls, slipping them in one after the other, pushing them deep inside her.

I straighten her panties, then lean forward to kiss her very beautiful bottom, resisting the urge to bite her there. Fucking hell, the things I want to do to her...

“Stand up.”

She’s a bit wobbly on her feet when she straightens up, so I hold  her to steady herself.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers in a pale pink little voice. Take it easy on her, Grey. She’s already served you very well today. Well, sexually anyhow. It’s just the defiance you’re going to have to work on.

“Turn around.”

She stands there, looking rather bemused as she adjusts to the sensation of the balls inside her.

“How does that feel?”

“Strange.”

“Strange good or strange bad?”

“Strange good,” she blushes.

“Good.” I thought you’d like them. They should work very well for you.

Now she needs to feel the full effect of the balls. She needs to move around.

“I want a glass of water. Go and fetch one for me please.”

She looks as me as if I'm crazy.

“And when you come back, I shall put you across my knee. Think about that, Anastasia.” Building up the anticipation. Not rushing things. Savoring each new sensation.

When she returns with my glass of water, she’s flushed and slightly out of breath. The balls are doing their job. Massaging her internally. Making her needy. Needy for my cock inside her. 

But not yet.

“Come. Stand beside me. Like last time.”

She sidles up to me, and I can see she’s trembling with excitement.

“Ask me,” I instruct her.

She looks puzzled. She doesn't understand. I want to hear her say the words.

“Ask me,” I repeat. After she refused to let me spank her earlier, now she must ask me.

“Ask me, Anastasia. I won’t say it again.” You are going to have to beg me if you want to get fucked.

I see it finally dawn on her what she must say.

“Spank me, please… Sir,” she whispers.

Yes. At last. I close my eyes as I thrill to her words. The words I needed to hear. She’s handing control over to me, to her Dominant.

I don't waste any more time. I reach up and grab her left hand to tug her over my knees, steadying her as she lands in my lap. I position her so her torso rests on the bed next to me. I gently start stroking her bottom to warm up her skin. God, it feels so fucking good. Then I tuck her loose unbraided hair behind her ear. But I can still grasp it to pull her head back.

“I want to see your face while I spank you, Anastasia,” I whisper, as I continue to caress her bottom.

I reach down between her fleshy cheeks to put pressure against her sweet little pussy, knowing this will increase the feeling of fullness from the balls inside her. She moans loudly. Yes, they are definitely working.

“This is for pleasure, Anastasia, mine and yours,” I whisper. 

Then slap, I hit the junction of her thighs, her bottom and her pussy. It’s the most wonderful sound on the fucking planet. This forces the balls forward inside her, which combined with the sting of my slap, is intensely arousing for her. The fact that she is helpless and under my control makes it all the more intense for her. 

I watch as she screws her face up to assimilate all the contradictory sensations. I caress her bottom again, over her panties. They are a barrier that softens my slap. When I take them off, the next slap will be that much sweeter on her skin, so we’re working up to that. 

That’s the key, to build up the pain gradually. This is just the very beginning, but this is how a sub is trained to work up to a caning. Simple steps, each one building up just a little bit more. Stimulating her body to produce a heady combination of adrenaline and endorphins that will give her an incredible rush. But tonight I’m only giving Anastasia a light erotic spanking. My anger has dissipated, so this spanking is not for punishment. This is a beginner’s gentle introduction to BDSM.

I hit her again, and she groans with pleasure. I alternate where I smack her. Left to right and then down. Caressing and kneading her soft, fleshy bottom in between each smack. She groans the loudest when it’s a downwards smack because that makes the balls shoot forward, just like the thrust of my cock inside her. Then I slowly peel her panties off, and she’s writhing - not because she wants me to stop, but because she wants, she needs, more. 

This lesson is going incredibly well; she is the perfect pupil. I start smacking again on her sensitized skin, building up to harder ones, and she is moaning so loudly that I know she’s nearly ready. That’s my responsibility, to observe her responses and judge how hard she needs me to spank her and for how long. That’s my role as her Dom, and after all my years of expertise and practice, I know exactly what she needs more than she does.

I am exhilarated and ecstatic to be in control of Anastasia this way. This is how it should be. Her enjoying my control, not fighting it. Understanding how much pleasure I'm giving her when I hit her. Understanding the immense pleasure it gives me.

"Good girl, Anastasia," I groan, knowing I can't hold on much longer myself now.

Two more hard spanks, then I suddenly grab the cord to jerk the balls out of her. She screams with pleasure. See how fucking amazing I can make it for you. I quickly sheath up and turn her over onto the bed, grab her hands above her head and then ease into her slowly. Oh baby, you feel so fucking good. She’s full of my cock now instead of silver balls, and she moans loudly. 

She asked me to make love to her tonight, so that’s what I do. I set a slow sensual tempo instead of my usual hard fuck. And it feels fucking wonderful. I feel every little bit of her silky velvety tightness as I stroke in, and then again as I withdraw. 

Backwards and forwards. In and out. Slowly, sensually. 

She’s so ready that her climax starts building almost immediately. I can feel her quivering, tensing and clenching until she quickly tips over the edge to an intense orgasm. As she clamps tightly around me, I give one last hard thrust, then still as I climax with her.

“Ana,” I moan as I collapse on her, our fingers still laced together above her head. We lay there stunned, panting and catching our breath together.

“I enjoyed that,” I whisper, as I kiss her tenderly. And I did. Very much indeed.

So I think we can make this peculiar arrangement between us work, because it’s still amazing between us, even if we don't fuck in my playroom every time. I can't lose sight of the fact that I still really want her in there, doing all my favorite hard shit, but I think we can find a way forward, a compromise. Fucking Ana is just amazing, so I’ll do it anywhere, anytime, any chance I get. 

And I can, because she's my girlfriend.

But for now, as her Dom, it is my responsibility to attend to her needs. I get some lotion to rub on her ass. Frankly it’s as much for my benefit as hers, because it is a pleasure, an honor, to massage her beautiful cheeks, which are now a glorious pink color  As she lies there on her front for me, I can see that she is very sleepy and tired. Good. Perhaps she will give up with the questions.

“Spill the beans, Grey,” she yawns at me. No such luck.

“Miss Steele, you know how to ruin a moment.”

“We had a deal.”

“How do you feel?” I ask, as I reluctantly finish massaging her ass.

“Short changed.” She’s not going to give up is she?

I slip into bed beside her, and pull her into my arms, being careful not to touch her sore behind. It’ll be fine by the morning, and she certainly doesn't seem upset this time after her spanking. As we spoon together, I kiss that little soft patch behind her ear that I find so enticing. She smells just as divine as ever.

“The woman who brought me into this world was a crack whore, Anastasia. Go to sleep.” There, I've kept my part of the bargain. Now I hope she’ll give up.

“Was?”

“She’s dead.”

“How long?”

I sigh, as I realize she just isn’t going to give up without a bit more information.

“She died when I was four. I don’t really remember her. Carrick has given me some details. I only remember certain things. Please go to sleep.” And that’s all I’m giving her. It’s more than I’ve ever told anyone apart from all the shrinks.

“Goodnight, Christian.”

“Goodnight, Ana.”

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