My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 30 - Ring of fire
Matt
I came out naked, only that chain around my neck. When I looked at Thomas, I could myself shivering. He stood in the middle of the ring made of burning candles. His feet were bare, and he wore only black suit pants and a black leather belt. The way he stood in a wide stance with hands in his pockets made his naked chest look even broader. His hair was also different. They were all out of his face styled back. He looked menacing! But his eyes were, however, the most memorable. The look he was giving me was demanding and fierce.
Fuck, how much I enjoyed seeing him like this.
. I wanted to say something like, "Candles, how romantic!" But I kept my mouth shut and just smiled at him. . He looked at me calmly with a smile that sent chills through me. That cruel, devilish smile I loved so much by this point. It urged my body to run, but my dick demanded more with so much intensity that the body could only obey. "Kneel before me, Matthew." I came over to him and knelt. Thomas moved behind me, and I felt his hands adjust my back and arms. Oh no, so we are doing this?... really? "I will consider you looking at me as your soft limit." "What's that?" Thomas walked around. He looked at me and slapped me. What the heck? "Master," Thomas said calmly, just as if correcting me on the wrong formula in an excel sheet... seriously? I took a deep breath. This is ridiculous... "What is a soft limit, Master?" "Soft limit is something you don't find desirable, but you can compromise on, to some extent. I don't usually work with soft limits, to be honest, but we already established my low expectations for this trial." Ouch... that wasn't necessary... . "Since I usually demand high protocol with eyes down at all times, this changes a lot for me. But I will let you look at me and strip you of that right as part of the punishments." He peered down at me. "Keep those shoulders straight. Next time I will correct you in a less pleasant way." I adjusted myself. "Do you know what is a high protocol?" "Yes, Master. Owen explained that." "Good. Try to tell me how you understand that, Matthew." "It's the way a slave is expected to behave. In high protocol, the discipline is held by the highest standards and is rewarded or punished accordingly." "Fuck, Matthew, you are making me crazy when you talk like this," he growled. I looked at him, absolutely stunned. I never heard him speak in the tone he used just now. He took me by the throat and sucked on my lips in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back, and he let go of me. "What a good boy." I smiled. . "Yeah. I think you understand that well. But I cannot imagine you acting that way for some reason." "Do you want me to follow the high protocol, Master?" He pierced me with his eyes. Is that it? I just hoped he would fuck me. I didn't want to get all theoretical and shit. But seeing his arousal, I wanted to make him happy and see whether I could also draw enjoyment from it on some level. "If I were to hold you to it, Matthew, I would have first to train you. That takes longer than the trial version would allow. I was under the impression that you want to see this world mainly from a sexual perspective." "I do, but I want to learn about this." "Why? I can see you react to simple instructions, I know you well enough, and I had enough subs to know that you don't enjoy other parts of BDSM than the sex." Damn... I hoped I could conceal it better. "I want to make you happy." "I don't want you to make me happy based on a lie, Matthew. I had a sub like that, and it broke my heart when I found out the truth." . We are talking too much... can't we just fuck? I thought. But then I looked at him, realizing I again acted selfishly and tried to act like I was doing it for him. I saw his eyes. He saw right through me. He knew I was just aiming for a specific goal by any means necessary. I wanted him to want me to with no regard for the hurt he might feel if I misled him like that. He is really perceptive. I exhaled. Fine. "Is there a chance for you to train me and keep my personality at the same time? Because I saw Owen when he talked about you, and I have known him for years. He was stripped of all his character in his sub role." "Owen was like that when I met him. I have to say that I loved that about him." "He was like that before?" "In his sub-persona. Yes. But I again loved that. He was moldable, and we both took great pleasure from that." "You said you would have to break me in training. Would I become like that?" "Honestly, I believe it would take a few months and very rigorous training with your temperament, but yes." I hated that idea. . "Would you want that, Thomas?" Screw the whole role-play; this was something crucial for me. I needed the truth now. I peered into his eyes. He must've known this was his only chance to get rid of me. And I believed he did know that. "If anyone ever before you asked me that question, I would say yes without hesitation. I was on top of the world living with Owen. You can't imagine, Matt. I would marry him within a year if I didn't find out about Sam. Owen set a very high bar for all others, and I told myself that I would take a break from men after that." "Then why me?" "I seriously don't know, Matt. It drives me crazy, and I honestly hate that. I can't really control it." I couldn't help but smile. "Would you want me being stripped of my personality like that, Thomas?" "No." I exhaled in relief and grinned. "Then how about we would write our own rules? And I can promise you that I will treat those to the highest protocol, Master." I purred, and his eyes darkened. "You are either the best or the worst thing that could happen to me, Matt." "I believe you are the best for me, Thomas." "Don't say things like that, Matt." "Why? Cos it brings emotions out of that tough, dominant shell you love so much?" "Brat." His chest widened, and he peered at me like that time when he dominated me the first time. Cruel, devious smile. "You wanted to get to know this world, then let me show you a few ways I like to play with brats like you." Finally! I felt shivers down my spine when he walked around me. . I turned after him. "Nonetheless, I will start slow. You may think you could take anything, but I don't want to risk hurting you more than necessary. Head straight." I looked ahead of me when I felt burning liquid on both my shoulders. "What the fuck?!" He poured the entire content of the candle down my back, and I screamed. "First, watch that language." He came back with two others and dripped wax again on my shoulders. "Second. I told you to keep them straight, slut." He kept pouring slowly in a thin stream. It burned. "Will you fix them, or do I need to take another candle?" Fuck! I straightened my back. I felt the wax burning my forearms. I growled and put them in the position he had set before. Fucking prick! . Thomas took the chain as a leash and pulled on it, tilting me backward until I saw his dark eyes. How hot he was right now! "Thank you, Master." He just smirked and slapped me. "Good boy." Then he kissed me and squeezed my throat. Thomas reached up and grabbed a piece of rope from above me. He attached it to my chain and pulled on it making my head hang on it by the back of my neck and supported only by my knees and that thin chain. I felt like I was losing balance and unclasped my arms. He reached without a word for another candle and splashed my chest with its wax. I screamed. "Hands back." Fucker!!! . I did as he told me. I was lying mid-air, hung by the back of my neck, and my head dangled in front of his dick, covered in his pants. I felt the chain cut into my skin as half my body weight was on it. I saw him upside down. He went to light a few more candles and then returned. He slapped my face a few times and bit my jaw. Then he straightened up and reached for his zip. Finally, he pulled out his cock and put it in front of my mouth. Thomas slapped my left pec, and I hissed. Then the right. "Put out your tongue." I darted on his cock. He slapped me across my face. "I didn't tell you to lick it, slut. Wait your turn." "Yes, Master." I saw his dick twitch, and mine replied immediately to that in the same fashion. I could get used to this. Thomas moved away and came back with a flogger. This one was shorter, and I tensed, feeling it spread on my torso. "I must say that it's a shame that you refuse cock cage, Matthew. I would put one now if that weren't an issue with you." No way, bastard. . "Master, I need to ask you a question." "Ask." "Do you wish me to act submissive even though it is a lie I would play just to see you happy, or do you want me to be honest." "That's actually a great question, Matthew. Answer it yourself. But be prepared for consequences." So you didn't tell me anything. Bastard... Does he want to see me fail? Fuck! He prefers honesty yet, at the same time, an obedient slave. I cannot comply with one without violating the other. This is one of the most challenging mind games he could have picked... Fine. You wanted chaos; you can have chaos! Let's hope you will enjoy not knowing what to expect from me! . He whipped my chest lightly. "Thank you, Master! Please, more!" My dick jerked, and there was no way I was ever letting him cage it! No way! Enjoy looking at it, bastard! I saw a drop of precum on his slit. I wanted to lick it so much! The next slash sent a stinging sensation over my body. "Thank you, Master!" I didn't see his face, but I could see his cock react. How fucking satisfying. I loved that whip! "Master, please, may I lick your cock?" Fuck! Another slash sounded in my ears, and my chest was burning now. I loved it so much! "You may, slut." I launched with my tongue on it, my arms now straining from holding them like this, but I just concentrated on that leaking pole in front of me. How much I loved that taste. Thomas started whipping my chest lightly but with speed. It was so fucking satisfying at this point! "Suck it, baby." I felt his hands caress my chest, peeling off the wax. I drove my tongue along his shaft and sucked it in as far as possible from my position. I licked it and kissed the bottom vein. "Please, Master, fuck my face!" "You want me to feed you, slut?" "Please, I need it!" "My little hungry slut. Take it!" With that, he started ramming into my throat, feeling it with his hand on it as he was pounding in without regard for me coughing, choking, or gagging. His balls were soon hitting my face, and saliva was running down. He held me mercilessly, not stopping. I felt his hand roam my neck, chest, and stomach. I craved for him to touch my cock, but I knew better than to get my hopes up. Fuck this was intense! . My hands fell, and he pulled out before I realized what was happening. He poured so much wax all over my now sore, whipped chest that I screamed and felt as if my balls erupted, my stomach squeezed, and everything burned for a split second as I shook wildly in a shocking climax. Thomas stood above me. "Did you just come?" Fuck, was I supposed to ask permission? I was pretty sure I should have. "Yes, Master. I am sorry, it came really suddenly." I still felt horny as fuck, though. Thomas grabbed my head and pulled it up so I was looking at my red chest covered in soft red flakes of wax. My dick was straining and hard. I didn't see my cum anywhere. I looked confused at Thomas. "I didn't shoot?" "No." he looked at me like I was a little wonder. "What the fuck? I definitely came." "I know." Thomas kissed me deeply. "That was so fucking hot, baby. You have no fucking idea!" "Thank you, Master." . "Turn." Thomas positioned me in a high plank, and that chain choked me. As soon as I let my arms just a little lower, I couldn't breathe. Next, Thomas took my left ankle, raised it about a foot over the ground, and fastened it with a leather loop on a steel pole behind me. I would look at him, but I was choking at the slightest movement of my head. When my foot was secured, he also took my right one up, spreading my legs wide. What is he doing? My legs were spread about two or three feet wide, and I couldn't even move cos if I did, the chain around my neck would cut off my air. My whole body was like one foot above the ground, and the only things supporting me besides those loops around my ankles were my arms in plank. I could reach the floor with my knees, but that was pulling on the rope, straining my neck. So either plank with air or rest without it... "Now, keep that back as straight as possible." Not like I have another choice, bastard! When I let my shoulders down a little, I got dizzy. "Don't worry. I am here all the time, Matthew." . I felt his fingers caress my butt and circle around my hole. I would enjoy that if all my concentration wasn't focused solely on me having my arms straight, hence I could breathe freely... "I will now whip you, slut. I hope you will remain as grateful as you were before." His tone was so sweet that, in contrast with what was happening, it was hard not to be mad at him. Yet, I loved it so much! The thrill I felt right now was something so primal, so animalistic. I had never experienced something like this before. I felt the lashes on my tissue and moaned as I thanked him. Fast stinging cuts made me weak, and I started coughing, pulling myself back up. "Thank you, Master! Please, more!" "My greedy slut. You are making me so proud!" Fuck! And you are making me so horny right now! I will come down here as often as he'll let me! I was officially addicted to this madness he was committing on me! . "Fuck! I need your cock! Now!" He stopped and poured another candle down my butt and my crack. I roared. "Be careful how you speak with me, slut!" He went away and returned. "Since this is your first offense, I will go lightly and with something you are already familiar with, but the next time I will go all in for punishments for this kind of behavior." I was confused, but my need to breathe forbade me from turning to him. . "Spell for me the first and last word you said." Oh no... "Master, please, I misspoke." Sharp-cutting pain crossed my right butt cheek, and I rasped. "You are only prolonging it, slut. Do you remember what you said?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Now spell it!" Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck! "F," I hissed, and my arms trembled "U." Of course, the same spot. How else... "C." For fuck's sake, I hate this! "K," I just groaned. "Good, now the last one." I just gave up and accepted my fate, cussing inside with each letter. "N." "O." "W." "Good." Thomas's palm gave that place that he kept hitting a soft rub. My arms were shaking, I breathed shallowly, and I felt like I would faint any moment. "Thomas..." I felt the rope loosen. "Lay down, Matt." . I just slammed myself on the cold concrete in beautiful agony. The relief I felt was like the soft air after the thunderstorm. Everything felt heightened in its absence. My body tingled, my arms ached, and my lungs could breathe. I don't know if I was ever this relaxed before. "Please, Master, fuck me." I genuinely meant every word now as I smiled at him. My legs were still in those loops, and my knees on the cold ground spread widely. His hands touched my back, scratching away flakes of wax. I felt him gently rubbing my ass and then his teeth on my flesh. I moaned in pleasure as I turned to see him kneeling above me. Thomas leaned closer and kissed me. His hand peeled away the wax, and I saw him kneeling between my legs. I moaned as I felt his tongue on my crack and how it demanded its way inside. I spread my legs wider. "Thank you, Master." His hand gently slapped my cheeks, and he went to town on my hole, making me roar and scream in pleasure. . Thomas pulled on my chain with one hand and with a second on my hips, bringing my ass up to him. His dickhead aimed at the sphincter. "Don't grit your teeth, Matthew. Relax into it." I tried my best as he was inserting himself into my body, and I couldn't stop moaning the whole time until I felt him buried deep in me. "That never felt this amazing." I didn't even realize I said it aloud until I felt him smack that part of my butt he whipped just a few minutes before. I roared in pain and squeezed him inside me. "Master," Thomas pointed out with a smile apparent in his voice. I laughed wholeheartedly. I don't even know why. Everything happening to me now was driving me into such a beautiful insanity that I felt like laughing wildly. "Thank you, Master! Please take me." I nearly said make love to me... My mind was now seriously cloudy and at the absolute edge of delirium. I felt him increase the intensity of his thrusts and welcomed him with my hips thrusting back against him. I kept groaning from deep within me. . His face came closer to mine from behind, and he pulled me to him by the chain around my throat. I turned to him as if I was drunk and smiled lovingly at him. "I love you so much, Thomas! ... Please kiss me." His eyes were scanning mine with such a beautiful smile. He kissed me, and I was on top of the world, reaching even higher. His pounding got demanding and strenuous to endure. We were breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes. . I don't know how long he was pounding into me then. He kept changing the depth, tempo, and vigor. At one point, he was licking my neck; at another, he was pulling my hair a smacking my ass or back. He attacked me hole one moment and was spoiling it the next. I was his baby and his hungry slut. Everything was too much now! I couldn't think. I have become an utter horny mess under him, moaning, thanking him, and begging him for more, pleading for his cum. It was a divine blur of joy and pain. . Thomas held me tight as I was now shaking uncontrollably. He grabbed my throat and leaned to my face from the side. "Cum for me, Matty." "I am close," I whispered. Feeling my dick strain and twitch. "Five" I looked at him. That was fucking hot! "Four" "Three" I could feel his cock jerk in me. I gazed into his eyes, absolutely devoted to him at this moment. "Cum with me, Tommy." He breathed in sharply, "Two!" I grabbed his hand that held my neck as we both at the absolute edge screamed, "One!" After that, I roared, and he moaned into my ear. Then, as if detached from my body, I felt our cocks shoot! . We froze after that and just fell, spent, on the ground, breathing heavily. I was never in ecstasy as this one. I had never felt so full and loved. At that moment, I was like a whole other person, only floating between the hard cold ground and his warm, soft body above me and in me. I couldn't stop grinning and started humming in euphoria. My hums naturally took form, and I just enjoyed that flow. I felt Thomas move above me, but I clutched his arm and held it in mine so he couldn't stand up. "Love is a burning thing," My hums gradually progressed into soft singing. I didn't care about anything right now. "And it makes a fiery ring," I kept grinning more with each word, absorbed in paradise. "Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire." . I felt his head rise from my back. "I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down-down-down, and the flames went higher And it burns-burns-burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire." . I loved how I felt right then. I was absolutely free, and I relished the sound of my voice vibrating from the ground. "The taste of love is sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Oh, but the fire went wild" . I began to chuckle like a madman and taping our hands into my side to the rhythm. "I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down-down-down, and the flames went higher And it burns-burns-burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire And it burns-burns-burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire The ring of fire, the ring of fire..." . I grabbed his second arm as well and pulled them both under me. "Man... you are not getting rid of me. Deal with it. I am deep as fuck!" I could not stop grinning! . Thomas laid on me, completely silent, his breathing was slow, and I may be wrong as everything back then was a bit hazy, but I was sure that I felt something wet drip on my shoulder blade, and I closed my eyes in absolute bliss. . . His hands left me, and Thomas raised himself up. I heard the sound of a zip, and then he untied my ankles and laid each down gently. I was slowly returning to reality, still feeling absolutely sublime. I turned on my back, not even minding the cold ground. I looked at Thomas. He was kneeling between the poles that had held my ankles before. . We gazed at each other. I didn't have any words, and he seemed like he did neither. I sat up, and he just watched me. I didn't know what to do next. The moment went on for too long. It was killing me. I just reached for his hand and walked on my knees to him, taking his face in my palms and opening his lips with mine. He still stared silently into my eyes. I kept his gaze but kept touching his lips until he leaned closer, and we kissed properly. . "Go wash your stomach, Matt. We should talk." No, no, no!! For fuck sake, what is it with this man?! He got back into his rigid mask again! You idiot, how many people do you think I ever sang to?! I nodded and kissed his cheek, standing up. . I washed myself and looked at my reflection. I felt like I was looking at a whole different person in my reflection... When I came back, the candles were no longer burning, and Thomas wasn't there either. I looked around and heard soft music. The door to the music room was open. I stepped in with a huge smile on my lips. I sat down next to the guitar I left there and watched him play. .
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