Page 100 of Beautiful Disaster

“Green. Definitely green.”

“Then you’re ready.”

He places it on my head and slides it down to cover my eyes. The elastic band is tight enough to hold it in place. Instantly, my body is on high alert, filled with uncertainty.

He clips the spreader to my ankles, forcing my legs far apart, then clasps my wrists to them. I can’t move or see. My body is even more hyper-vigilant, but so far, no threads of panic that I can tell.

He prods his dry finger over the rim of my ass, rubbing it and pushing in the tip, but not inserting his finger all the way. I was hoping he was going to spank me, but maybe he plans to do it as he fucks me.

Mason tugs hard on my nuts again, and he still won’t spank me. But then I’m hit with a bodily shiver as he drags an ice cube over my hole, taint, and over my balls. He doesn’t keep it on the skin for long, only enough to break me out in goosebumps. It’s fucking intense, and my nuts are tight as hell.

Once it’s melted, he runs another cube across my back and over my ass. He blows on the wetness, and now I’m really shivering. I’m also turned the fuck on. All my senses are in overload, and all my anticipations are wrong, making what he’s doing to me feel that much stronger.

Everything he’s doing to me is in silence. No orders. No demands. No dirty talk. It’s just me, wondering what he’s planning next.

Mason runs the flat of his tongue over my cold, wet hole, pulling an embarrassing whimper from me. It’s almost hot in comparison, and my body suddenly burns. When he pulls away, I whine even more.

He chuckles behind me as he presses something else that’s cold on my ass, but this feels metallic and heavy. He pushes it into my skin harder, holding it there. It stings a little, and soon dawns on me what it is. My ‘brat’ stamp.

I smile into his blankets, loving how he marks me.

Once he’s satisfied, he works on the other side of my ass.

“I’m quite pleased with this toy, Precious,” he says, his voice deep and threaded with lust, as he touches my skin where he stamped me, tracing the letters. “You can read ‘Brat’ clearly.”

“Should I get it tattooed?”

He smacks my ass hard, and I yelp, my cock growing harder and leaking onto the sheets. “I didn’t tell you to speak, you naughty brat.”

He kisses an ass cheek, then dribbles lube over my crack. He rubs in the oil before he prods my hole with something that’s not his finger. The pressure stings before my body sucks up the ball. Mason keeps pushing it in, and a larger ball gets gobbled up. Anal beads… Each bead drives further into me, rubbing against my prostate, forcing me to leak even more.

Being unable to move and see doubles the arousal and intensity. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. And there are no residual fears from my past. I’m completely and utterly consumed by what Mason is doing to me.

I never thought being blind and bound would turn me on at all, but he’s got a way of pulling out all my arousal.

Once the beads are in, he tugs on them a little. The largest ball stretches my hole. Before I know it, a slap rings out before I feel the sting of his hand, and it fucking stings. It’s even more tender after he stamped me. My toes and fingers curl from it.

“Green, yellow, or red, pet? Because if you choose green, your ass is going to be sore by the time I’m done.”

“Green,” I instantly reply.

Mason doesn’t scare me. And the only thing screaming in panic is my cock, dying for relief, but I don’t dare seek friction on the bed. While edging is fun, I’m not sure I can take it after this.

“Count them out and say Daddy at the end of each one,” he orders.

Without warning, the next smack hits my ass cheek.

“One, Daddy!”

Then another.

“Two, Daddy!”

After four, he rubs my ass, but I know he’s not done with me. “See? It’s not so hard to be good for me. I know you can be well-behaved, but you insist on being bad.”

“I like being bad.” My words will reward me with more punishment, and I’m eager for it.

In response, he yanks out the beads, the muscle desperately trying to cling to them. Then he shoves them back in as he tugs harder on my nuts. My groan is muffled in the bedding.