Tormented

“Just fuck me,” she replied. “Fuck me good and hard, Master.”

She had decided that her best chance of being able to stay with him was to give him what he wanted. She had to admit that the fact he might not finish his week with her had wounded her pride. But a part of him still desired her. She could see it, sense it. If she could be the best pet he ever had, he wouldn’t want to give her back to Jake.

For a few seconds, she heard nothing—then the sound of him unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She hoped she had made the right choice. The tip of his cock grazed her clit, reminding her of how much it throbbed and how uber-sensitive it was. She could come so easily...

He rubbed his shaft along her folds a few times before plunging in.

Damn, that feels soooo good.

The sensation was especially heavenly after the hellacious snapping of the rubber bands. She gave a sharp gasp when he gripped her hips and pushed deep into her.

“Good and hard, as requested,” he said before another forceful thrust.

He withdrew slowly, his cock stroking the best parts of her pussy. But then he drilled her so hard, her body scooted several inches. He pulled her back and pumped more softly. She moaned. If she could touch her clit, she could send herself over the edge within seconds. She ground herself on his cock, seeking release.

“Someone likes it doggy-style,” he remarked.

The snap of the rubber bands stopped her.

Shit! The fucker.

“You’re lucky you didn’t come because I haven’t given you permission yet.”

She groaned. “May I come, Master?”

“No.”

He then started to bang her so hard, the bed would have moved if it weren’t bolted to the ground. Pain took the upper hand as his pelvis slammed into her sore bottom.

What was he trying to do? Drive his dick into her head?

She couldn’t decide if bracing or relaxing her body was better. Provided she could do either. She felt capable of nothing—nothing but serving as a receptacle for his furious pounding. He slowed, maybe trying to achieve one of his non-ejaculatory orgasms. She hoped he wasn’t trying to prolong his erection.

He reached around her hip and found her clit.

Sweet Jesus.

He worked her clit while gently thrusting.

Yes, yes, yes!

“Permission, Master,” she begged. It felt so good maybe it was worth coming, permission or no?

“Not yet, pet.”

Then stop doing what you’re doing!

“Aaaargh,” she moaned, wanting so desperately to come, to have euphoria wipe everything else away, but needing to resist, needing to stop herself from claiming what her body wanted more than air to breathe.

Furious, her body fought her control, creeping closer to the edge of climax.

Must not come...

What if he punished her with more bastinado?

But her arousal didn’t care.

To her momentary relief, he started thrusting roughly once more. She cried out when it felt like he was hammering the depths of her womb.