Trust Me (Rough Love 3)

Ow, ow, ow, it hurt. It was scary to be forced this way without any mental prep time. More panic noises choked out of my throat as I gripped the sheets and tried to stay open. I heard him shrug out of his shirt, but his pants were still bunched up at his knees, against my trembling legs. This wasn’t romantic and sensual, like this morning. This wasn’t sex. It was punishment.

And I’d known it was coming, pardon the pun. Bad girls didn’t get it in the pussy. Sometimes, when it came to Price, even good girls didn’t get it in the pussy, but bad girls…bad girls always got fucked in the ass so it hurt.

I clenched my toes, but kept my legs apart so he wouldn’t spank me for resisting him. I wondered if he’d drawn blood with the whip. It always felt like he was skinning me alive, but then I’d look later and there’d be no broken skin at all, just a lattice of welts to remind me that I belonged to someone who believed in strictly enforced rules.

Ow, my ass. He was taking his time on the way to orgasm. He’d drive inside me slow, prying me open, then pound me as hard and deep as he could go. I wouldn’t be permitted to orgasm, of course, but he would come in his own sweet time, usually when I couldn’t bear to have his cock inside my ass one second longer. You deserve this. You asked for this.

You wanted this.

You begged to belong to him.

I pressed the balled up sheets to my eyes as he pummeled into me. He put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down and fucking me even harder than before. My hips bumped against the pillows. I didn’t dare resist him, no matter how hard he drilled me. My job was to take it like a bad, sorry girl who understood why she was being punished, who wanted to be punished. I tried to feel that way, but ow…

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his strokes lengthened. He drove deep, making sure I felt every inch before he got off. He moved one of his hands from my shoulder to my neck, and clutched my windpipe in a commanding grip.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked.

I gasped for air. “You, Sir.”

There was no way to deny it. He was so deep and hard inside me I couldn’t move. His fingers circled my collar, reminding me who I was. What I was. What I’d agreed to when he first buckled it around my neck.

“Are you sorry for what you did?” he asked, squeezing tighter.

I nodded. It was all I could do.

“Are you going to be a good girl for the rest of this fucking trip?”

I nodded again, as hard as I could with my flagging lucidity and breath.

Please, I wanted to beg. Please… But no begging was allowed. He finished inside me with a series of violent thrusts that slid me across the pillows. I hung onto the sheets until he came to rest. Jesus, I’d torn the bed apart. I hoped he wasn’t angry. God, I didn’t want him to be angry with me anymore.

He collapsed on top of me and I lay there regaining my breath and my composure, although a few tears still leaked from my eyes. I felt uncomfortably aroused from my clit being banged against the pillows so many times, but there was nothing I could do about it but lie there and endure the lingering presence of his cock. My ass felt steamed. My whole body felt hot and wrung out. He pulled away, leaving me empty.

“Let go,” he said, tugging at the sheets. I realized I still held them in a death grip. He pried my fingers away when I couldn’t open them of my own accord, then sat beside me, rubbing my sore ass cheeks. At some point, his pants had been kicked onto the floor. His caresses hurt, as I’m sure he meant them to. Finally, he spanked me on both cheeks—ow! ow!—and rolled from the bed.

“Don’t move,” he said. “Stay right there. I’ll tell you when you can get up.”

I buried my head in my arms again, feeling shamed and humiliated as he went to the table and opened his laptop, and started to work. Checking files? Answering emails? I didn’t know, because I was half-lying and half-kneeling on the bed with my destroyed ass utterly exposed to his scrutiny.

Was it worth getting punished over? he’d asked me.

I didn’t even have to think about it. The answer was no.

* * * * *

I left her there to wallow in her guilty shame, because it was good for her, and because it aroused me to see her kneeling in chastened defeat. Her beautiful, round ass was covered in the marks I’d given her, and her hole was fresh from a primal punishment reaming. All of it aroused me, but what turned me on most was her surrender to my will.