Deviant

“Oh”! It didn’t take much for them to have me moaning and pushing back on his cock like a bitch in heat. He laughed and talked about my body’s reaction and I wanted to turn around and bite him.

“Now I have to punish you.” What had he been doing all this time? The man is insane. He reached over to the nightstand for the rope which only drove him deeper into me. He tied my arms behind my back, taking away all control.

I felt him moving around, pulling my hips this way and that. What was he up to now? He got off the bed, his cock still lodged inside of me and took my hips in his hands as he pulled me around.

His cock felt harder, deeper as he pounded into me with full force. He pulled on the rope that tied my hands together and I felt him pull out of my body only to slam back in again and I lost all train of thought.

My mouth hung open as wide as my eyes as I knelt almost suspended on the bed. The only movement was the back and forth of my body caused by his slamming into me from behind.

I saw the comical expression on my face in the mirror and let my eyes travel up until they met his. I could’ve died of embarrassment and held my breath waiting for his next snide remark. But it never came.

Then I realized that although he’d threatened he wasn’t really punishing me, at least not in the conventional sense of the word. No the sadistic son of a bitch had found another way to torment me; he was using my own body to shame me.

Why else would he place light kisses along my neck and run his hands gently up and down my stomach until he reached between my thighs? And once there, why would he play his fingers so beautifully against my swollen clit until I was ready to beg and plead for him not to stop?

“What happened to all that lip you had before huh?” He leaned over my arched back and bit into my nape. Not in the usual place a man would mark a woman, but right in the center over that place where my neck met my spine. “I can feel you tightening around my cock and your pussy’s so fucking wet, umm.”

“I…” It was as far as I got before he pulled out slowly, and just when I thought the sweet pleasure-pain was at an end, that maybe now he’d take it easy, he slammed back into me so hard he knocked the wind out of me.

I bit my tongue to hold back the screams but I couldn’t hide my body’s natural reaction. He knew that this is what I wanted, that I have no resistance to his own special brand of fucking.

But when I felt my body weakening again, giving into him once more, I lashed out. I wanted to make him hurt as much as I was hurting. Since my hands were bound I only had my tongue and I put it to good use.

“I hate you. You’ll never be the man my father is, you’re nothing but a thug who…”

“Your pussy loves this thug though doesn’t it?” He laughed at me, like he knew what I was trying to do. Of course he knew, even while I’m yelling at him my stupid body is telling him the truth.

Then he really made me pay for my outburst. Instead of hard punishing thrusts, the fiend became gentler. His hands when they cupped my breasts were tender, and he moved in and out of my body slowly now, as if we were lovers. This was worst. This would make me believe anything he said.

I have to stop this, have to end this before it’s too late. Before I do something as stupid as falling completely in love with this monster. I didn’t want his soft caresses. I’d already given him too much of myself.

Think Ava think. “Please, my arms hurt.” I made my voice as pained as possible though it wasn’t really much of a stretch, my arms did burn like fire. The problem was I was beginning to like it.

Just like everything else he’d done to me I was beginning to crave the sweet pleasure pain I get from being tied and at his mercy.

“You promise to behave if I untie you, hmm? Are you going to be my good girl?” I nodded my head as my heart raced. “Yes!” I held still waiting for his next move. As soon as he freed my arms I kicked out trying to reach his balls but once again he was too fast for me.

His laughter only infuriated me more and when he pushed me down on the bed and surged into me I felt hot tears of shame as my body answered his. He laughed again and buried his face in my neck taking the flesh between his teeth.