“It hurts. Can I touch my pussy now? Can I touch my clit?”
“No, bad girls don’t get to touch their clits. You lied to me,” I reminded her. “You were a bad girl.”
“Please,” she cried, but she could see from the look in my eyes that it wasn’t happening. She tossed her head in a frantic way. Her spine arched as I drove in a few more inches. I was almost balls deep, buried inside her. Poor Chere. So horny, so needy, and all I gave her was pain. Her pelvis moved in tiny, gingerly increments. I took her hips in my hands and drove the rest of the way in.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
Yes, I felt like praying too. It was a moment for me, a scintillating moment of controlling her in this brutal way.
“Do you feel full?” I asked. “Does this feel good, baby?”
She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut, but I just laughed.
“Admit it. It feels like heaven to you. You’re the type of woman who needs more than a butt plug to feel satisfied. Were you thinking about my cock when you shoved things in your asshole? When you smeared them with lube and slid them deep inside you?” I started to move in her, all the way out, then all the way back in again with rough, dominating strokes. She shuddered, spreading her hands out over her head.
“Is this what you thought about?” I asked again. “Am I the one you fantasized about when you shoved toys in your asshole?”
She shook her head, hopeless, helpless denial, but then she admitted the truth. It spilled from her lips on a sob. “Yes. Yes!”
She trembled and bucked as I pumped her hole. I held her hips harder, so she couldn’t evade me, couldn’t move an inch to disrupt my steady pile-driving. “I’m back now,” I said, facing the fact that this wouldn’t be some one-off session. “You won’t need that butt plug anymore. Or any extra lube, once I have you trained again.”
Her breath came faster, disintegrating into gasps. I would have made her look at me but she was so gone, so wrecked. I didn’t want to pull her from her world of dark, hurting submission. I wanted her to bask in all the surrender she felt.
“Oh, please.” She sounded like some injured creature, emitting small whimpers and pants. “Please can I touch myself?”
“Yes, you can touch yourself. Squeeze your nipples. Hurt your nipples for me while I pound your ass.”
“No. Please! My pussy!”
“Pinch your fucking nipples.” I let go of her hips to guide her hands to her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, standing up in rigid points. She started to tug at them with a beautiful, angry expression. “Pinch them hard,” I said. “Harder! Twist them back and forth between your fingers.”
I demonstrated briefly, wresting a cry of agony from her throat. She was happy to replace my fingers with hers. She didn’t hurt herself as much as I could have, but she obeyed me, pinching and twisting her sensitive peaks.
“That’s right,” I said, enjoying the tortured expression on her face. “I would have let you jack yourself off, if you’d told the truth from the start. I haven’t done anal since you went away,” I sneered in a high, mocking voice. “I’m not ready.”
“I’m sorry I lied.” She tossed her head back, jerking at the tips of her tits. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. Please let me touch my pussy. Please let me come.”
“How about if I touch your pussy for you, naughty girl? How about if I spank it, because you’ve been so bad?”
I slapped her between the legs, right over her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous, ball-busting, gorgeous. She arched and sobbed, clenching her sphincter around my dick.
“You want more?” I asked. I was barely holding back, and she was so wet, so messy and juicy. “You want me to spank your pussy some more?”
“Please. Yes. Please!”
“Please, Sir. Use your fucking manners.”
“Please, Sir,” she cried. “Please spank my pussy.”
I spanked the shit out of her pussy. My fingers were coated in her juices, and she was coming apart at the seams.
“Don’t you dare stop hurting your nipples.” I pinched her clit between my nails to refocus her. She yelped and obeyed me, tugging at herself, giving her ass and pussy up for me to hurt to my heart’s content. It was too much. It would never be enough. This visit would never be enough, and I wasn’t sure what that meant for the both of us.
“Come, damn you,” I growled. “Before I kill you.”
Before she killed me. My mind, my body, every part of me was focused on one thing…living inside her. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to ravage her. I wanted to feel her come.
I wanted to lock her in my dungeon and never let her go.