Torment Me (Rough Love 1)

“You hurt me!”

“I’m going to hurt you every time we get together. That’s sex for me…hurting you, watching you squirm.”

“That’s sick.”

“Don’t judge.”

Glib motherfucker. This wasn’t funny. My ass hurt so much my legs were shaking. He stroked my throbbing cheeks a minute or two longer. He wouldn’t let me lie down or relax. I had to kneel there with my ass in the air, waiting for more punishment. Please, no more punishment. I’d be submissive as hell if that’s what he wanted, just no more spanking.

He put a hand on my back as if to settle me. His palm slid up and down my spine and I understood that he wanted me to stay where I was. Yes, Master. The bed dipped as he rolled off it. Rummaging noises. Condom wrapper. He parted my sore cheeks and I was one big cringe under his fingers. A wild sob escaped.

“Don’t cry,” he said. “The whole point of that spanking was to get you ready for my cock.” He slid the head up and down my slit. “You’re so wet, Chere. You loved that spanking. It made you feel alive.”

“No.” I whispered my denial into the sheets, not wanting him to hear. Because it was a lie. I was so unbelievably wet, and my ass was so unbelievably sore. He jammed his fingers inside me, pistoned them in and out and rubbed my wetness up toward my ass.

“I don’t even think you need lube,” he murmured.

“I need lube!”

“Not yet.”

He slid into my pussy. I didn’t know if I was turned on, or my body was just so stimulated from the spanking, but it felt like heaven. Every inch felt like heaven. My hips bucked without intention, it just happened. I wanted more of him, all of him. He made a soft, satisfied noise and pulled out of me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” My voice sounded a bit desperate.

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir. Be polite, Chere.”

The last thing on my mind was manners, but I felt so empty, so needy that I complied. “Yes, Sir. Please fuck me.”

And he did. He eased back into me, slowly, so I felt him everywhere. My breasts tingled, my ass clenched, my toes curled. Yes, it was like that. But I soon remembered that he was a sadist, because every time I got in that perfect rhythm, or found that perfect spot, he stopped, or moved, or twisted my nipples and unbalanced everything.

“Oh, please,” I would whine or protest, and he would laugh.

I wanted to come so badly, but the teasing went on, accompanied by lots of filthy talk about what a whore I was, and all the depraved sex acts he planned to commit on my body. I’d almost come eight or nine times when he shifted his weight and teased the head of his cock over my asshole.

I cringed. I did anal, sure. I was great at anal, but I didn’t usually do anal with sadists.

“Don’t be too rough,” I begged.

He seemed to take offense at that. He spanked my ass, smack, smack, each cheek, as hard as before. “Why don’t you fucking trust me?” he asked.

“Because you hurt me!” The lingering fire in my ass cheeks was proof of that. “And because I can’t see you, and you won’t tell me your name.”

“So little trust,” he said. But he did use lube, smearing it in and around my asshole, which was good because he sported a pretty hefty girth. My legs shook. My whole body shook. It was partly because I was tired of holding this ass-in-the-air position, and partly because I was scared of the upcoming pain.

“Come here.” He lay me down on my side, cradling me against the front of his body. My bound hands made fists between us, and his cock jutted through my legs until he reached down to point it at my ass.

I braced as he pushed forward. I couldn’t help tensing up. He jammed his cock into my ass anyway, wedging the head inside. I moaned at the usual feeling of stretching and discomfort. Anal was sexy to me in theory, and I loved watching it in porn, but God, it hurt when you first got started.

“Please go slow,” I gasped, leaning my head back against his chest.

“Hush.”

And in that “hush” I heard your ass is mine, and I’m going to do this, so deal with it, and you don’t want another spanking, do you?

He pressed deeper, assisted by the lube. My ass spasmed around him, trying to impede the invasion. He didn’t stop until the entire length of his thick cock was buried balls-deep. I counted the inches. Remember, I still hadn’t come.

I didn’t expect to come now, because assfucking was sticky and painful and awkward, and anal thrusting didn’t feel that good. A monster cock quickly became a minus when that monster cock was sliding in and out of your very sensitive asshole.