I slap again and she cries out.
"Fucking say it, Pandora."
"My holes are made for pain," she instantly mutters. "I want more, Master, I want more..."
"You want to get hurt more?" I laugh. "Such a needy painslut, aren't you, Pandora?"
Hearing her needy whimpers makes me hard enough to burst, but I force myself not to think of my engorged cock beneath her. She's the priority. She's the one who needs to remember her purpose. Remember that pleasing me is all that matters. There's no room and no space for her sadness here. She must be a good toy. At all costs.
"I want to get hurt more," she whispers. "I'm your painslut, Master."
"So you can repeat after me," I yawn. "How about you convince me you need more?"
I slap her again and she moans.
"Please, Master."
"Fucking try harder." I hit again. Again. Again. She's moaning endlessly now, tethering on the edge of an orgasm that doesn't come. "Fucking look at you, you little slut. You're going to come from nothing but the pain, aren't you?"
"N-No," she manages weakly.
"No?" I spread her pussy lips open again. "Did you just say no to me, toy?"
"No!" she cries out again. I slap. Hard this time, harder than I dared before. She doesn't make a sound. Her ass and pussy color in a violent shade of red.
"Say it again," I taunt her. "I fucking dare you."
She tries to climb off my lap but I grab onto her, turning her so she's straddling me.
"Where are you trying to go, toy? There's no running, no getting away from this now."
I look into her tear-streaked face. Someone else would be worried about it, but I see beneath the tears from being hurt so much, right to her center which is glowing with pleasure. The need to please me has been appeased. She knows she's being a good girl, and it's given her a purpose. Meaning.
"I
s this what you wanted?" I demand, and she weakly shakes her head. "No? What do you want, toy?"
She hesitates and I grab her hair, pulling hard and making her cry out.
"Tell me."
"I want more," she whispers. "Fuck me."
"You don't deserve that," I mutter even though my cock has jumped up at the thought. "You don't deserve to get fucked until you're better."
"You can make me better," she insists brokenly. "Only you, Dex, please..."
I battle with my own need to protect her and my cock raging beneath the fabric of my pants. Fuck. I can't take this for much longer, and if she says no after I decide it's game on, I won't be able to stop.
"What are you giving to me in exchange?" I demand.
"Anything." The words spill from her lips, she's so damn eager for it. "Everything. I'll give you all you want."
"Swear."
"I swear." She grabs my shirt and kisses me roughly, needily. "I'll do anything. Fuck me."
"Fine." I pick myself up, letting her stand on the floor next to me as I smirk with dark intent. "Remember your promise, Pandora."