Claiming My Sweet Captive

“I need you to cry for me.” The rough words tumbled from my lips, almost beseeching. I wanted her consent. I wanted her to cede this to me willingly.

A fine tremor raced across her body, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” she agreed quietly.

I blew out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I stroked her cheekbones with my thumbs. “I know it scares you, but you’ll enjoy this, kinky virgin,” I promised. “You will come to crave it.”

She nodded again, her eyes cautious. She was choosing to place her trust in me, choosing to give me what I needed. After thoughts of my lost loved ones had flooded my mind for the first time in years, I needed to harness control over the images in my head. I needed her to siphon off some of the pain inside my soul through releasing her tears for me.

I resumed our progress toward the spanking bench, and she didn’t hesitate this time. She compliantly draped her body over the furniture designed for her torment, and she didn’t struggle as I strapped her into place. I ran my fingers over the leather than held her trapped and helpless beneath me, already soothed somewhat by the sight of her at my mercy.

I left her briefly to retrieve the first implement for her torment from the ebony chest of drawers set against the wall where my whips hung, waiting to wring more exquisite screams from her throat.

I lubed up the plug and returned to her. This one was larger than the one I’d used when I’d cropped her. It would test her limits, but I intended to push her to the edge of what she could handle.

She jerked in her bonds when I touched the tip of the black toy to her asshole, and she remained stiff, even as I began to circle her clit with my forefinger.

“Relax,” I rebuked, spanking her pussy lightly.

She drew in a shuddering breath, and her tight ring of muscles eased just enough for me to penetrate her with the tip of the plug. I pressed it forward slowly but firmly, rubbing her little bud at the same time. Despite the fact that it began to harden beneath my fingers, she whimpered at the ruthless intrusion.

“Please,” she panted. “It’s too big.”

“Does it hurt, cosita?” I murmured, a hungry edge to the words.

“Yes,” she whined. “It burns.”

“Good. I like making you hurt. You like it, too. Your cunt is soaking my hand.”

A soft sob left her chest, and my tumultuous emotions began to subside. “Take it for me. You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice high and thin. She began to squirm on the bench, grinding her clit against my fingers. She got off on pleasing me, despite the discomfort I was inflicting. Or perhaps because of it.

“Good girl,” I praised, pushing the plug all the way in, so it was seated deep inside her.

She gasped, and her muscles tensed. I stroked my hand down her spine. “You’ll adjust soon. I’m going to train your tight little ass to accept me.”

As I continued to pet her, she began to relax. Her head dropped forward, her cheek resting meekly on the padded leather surface of the bench.

“Very good,” I rumbled. “I need more. You’ll take whatever I give you.”

She nodded, her silence communicating that she was falling into her quiet headspace. She’d find peace in surrendering to me, just as I’d find peace in her screams. She’d cry out the pain I couldn’t release from my own soul.

I flipped the small switch at the base of the plug, and it buzzed to life. She shouted her surprise, and her back arched as much as possible in her restraints. After a moment, she moaned and shuddered, finding dark pleasure in the sensation as her ass fully accepted being stretched and filled.

Satisfied that she was thoroughly in my thrall, I selected the whip I wanted. It was softer than the flogger I’d chosen for her when she’d tried to escape from me. This one wouldn’t elicit the same cruel sting, but it was heavy enough that she’d feel the impact thrumming through her. I didn’t intend to punish this time, but I would extract my pleasure from her.

Her eyes widened when they fell on the whip, but I shushed her before panic gripped her, placing a steadying hand on her lower back. The heat of my palm sank into her, and she shivered and quieted.

“This is going to hurt,” I told her smoothly, falling into my own intoxicating headspace. Desire for her flooded me, but I’d attain satisfaction from her tears rather than burning with the need to claim her pussy. I was thoroughly in control, power humming in my veins.

I threaded my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back as I leaned in to murmur in her ear. “Will you cry for me, sirenita?”

A small whimper teased through her lips, but she nodded as best she could with my grip on her hair. I eased my harsh hold and stroked the silken strands. She sighed, and her eyes drifted closed as she settled into submission.

I stepped behind her and swung the flogger. The first blow made harsh impact, and she jolted forward as she cried out. I didn’t pause to give her a reprieve. Instead, I worked her harder, until beautiful tears spilled down her face, glistening on her flushed cheeks. Her shrieks melted into tormented groans as the vibrating plug continued to stimulate her ass, her pleasure cresting despite the pain I inflicted. I drove her higher, until she relinquished all control on a sob. She shuddered, ceding everything to me as she released the sounds of my inner agony.

I stopped whipping her as my muscles finally relaxed, calm settling over my shoulders. I resumed rubbing her clit, finding her wet and needy beneath my hand. At the same time, I gripped her flame-red ass, reveling in the heat against my palm as I dug my fingers deep to mark her.

She shattered on a scream, her lithe body tensing and thrashing on the bench. Ecstatic sensation overwhelmed her, bliss claiming her senses. Just as I’d demanded, she gave me everything: her pain, her pleasure, her absolute submission to my will. She soothed the dark need in my soul, allowing the blackness to bleed out of me.