Ivan's Point of View
"What did you just say to me?" I demanded of my Dove. I can't believe she has the nerve to tell me to stop. I feel her stiffen under me.
"I-I-I said...to stop." Stevie stammers out. "I don't want to do this! I want to go home!" She yells at me.
"Oh. My precious Dove. I am your home now." I reassure her. I move my hand to her pussy. It's so wet. "Your body wants me to do this." I say. "Let's get you situated so it'll be better for us. I'm going to unbind your arms, when I do move your arms to behind your back." I unlock her hands, she does as she was asked. "Very good my Dove." I lean over and kiss her lower back. I lift her legs and bind her hands back into the spreader. "I may just take your photo, Dove. You look so fucking sexy."
I ram my cock deep inside her tight, moist pussy. Stevie screams. God, this feels so right. She'll get used to it, I know she will. I slowly move myself out of her. "Doesn't this feel so good, Dove?" I ask her.
"No. It hurts. Please stop!" She pleads once more.
I continue to slowly thrust in and out of my Stevie. I move my hand to start teasing her swollen clit. Stevie starts to rock her hips in time to my thrusts. I use this as my cue to speed up.
"Does this feel good, My Dove?" I ask her once more. I want her to admit it. "Answer me!" I demand when she doesn't respond.
Stevie's Point of View
I can't believe my body is betraying me. I don't want him to be doing this, and yet my hips are keeping pace with Ivan's thrusts. I hear myself moaning. The plug in my ass and his cock in my sex feels too full, a bit painful, but good. I will not give him the satisfaction of telling him so. "No."
Smack.
"Don't fucking lie to me." He angrily tells me. He smacks me 4 more times. The pain only turns me on more.
"I'm sorry, Ivan." I apologize for lying.
"Now tell me the truth." He demands of me as he continues to plow into me.
I moan as my response. I hate that it feels so good.
"Use your words, Dove." He pushes me.
"Yes! God, fuck!" I scream.
Ivan didn't respond after that. He just kept thrusting in and out of me. My moans escaping me. I felt my orgasm begin to build up. It started in my core with tingles throughout my body. My moaning became guttural. I felt Ivan's legs tense behind me.
"Cum. Now, Dove. Cum with me." He demands of me. He reaches down and starts playing with my clit.
"Oh god!" I moan out. The tingling becomes more intense. Ivan cums inside me, my orgasm explodes soon after.
"Very well done, Dove." Ivan praises me as he slumps down on the bed next to me. He looks over at me, kissed my forehead and begins to play with my breast. Next time, we will be at home. But, for now, I say we shower." He lays on his back.
"Will you unbind me now, Ivan? Please." I ask. He looks at me. I can't tell what he is feeling.
"As I bathe you, you can ask me a few questions." He stands up, and begins to unbind me. "Should I leave the plug in, or take it out?" He asks.
"Out, please. I don't like it."
"In it is." He tells me.
"Then why ask me?"
"I didn't. I was thinking out loud." He tells me as he begins to move it around. He stands me up onto my feet then guides me to a bathroom.
The walls are a pale gray and the tiles are all white. the bathtub is huge claw foot, and is black, as is the toilet. The vanity has dual sinks, which are white. The marble countertops have black veins in them. Its beautiful. Ivan guides me to the toilet where he motions for me to sit. I do as he says. While he fills the tub I think about what he means when he said that hes my home, and that we will be home next time? What next time? And why has he been called by two different names? And why didn't he stop when I told him too?
"Come." Ivan tells me, pulling me from my thoughts. I look to him and see that he is now naked. He is obviously in shape. He spends time in the gym, but isn't overtly muscular, which is something I look for in men. No! I think to myself, mentally shaking my head. I can't think of him this way. Ivan climbs into the tub first then motions for me to get in.
"I'll wait for you to be done, then I'll get in." I tell him.
"No, you won't. Get in now, or you will be punished." He tells me. I walk to the opposite side of the tub, lift my leg to get in when Ivan looks at me, then motions for me to get in and sit between his legs. I quietly listen to his demand. "You have three questions." He tells me.
"Thank you." I say. "Why does the staff call you Mr. Cameron, but your friend called you Ivan Shoemaker?" I ask him.
Ivan begins to sponge my shoulders. "Shoemaker is my last name. Cameron is the name the patrons and staff are to call me, we're all given fake names to call each other, for anonymity. Grant is an old friend of mine, he clearly fucked up calling me by my real name. As did I, by calling him Grant. As for you, from here on out, I will be called Sir or Master. I will punish you if you don't."