This was only marginally successful though, for Beth used her throat muscles once again to squeeze and caress his entire shaft, driving him mad, making his stomach clench, making him so very close to going over the edge.
He chanced a look at the clock, thirty more seconds. Just thirty more seconds, and he would win this game. Deep breaths he told himself, deep breaths, oh bloody hell, deep breaths, twenty seconds. God but she was good at this. A frickin’ goddess she was. Oh the heat, her mouth was a furnace, and the incredible squeezing sensation... Ten seconds, he had to hold on.
Beth sucked in with all her might, not knowing how much time had passed, but knowing her two minutes had to be up soon. She felt James's balls tighten in her hands, felt his cock twitching, his hips moving in time with her rhythm, his stomach clenching for control. Hard, fast, harder, faster, up and down, round and round his head.
James grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut while his fingers fisted in her hair, then let a slow breath out.
"Five, four, three, two, one. Time's up, Beth. I win." With that he grabbed her head hard and pumped once more, driving deep down her throat, making her swallow his entire length, holding himself still for just one second more, then roared out his pleasure as he shot his hot seed, her mind screaming in outrage as he did so.
She tried to back off, furious with him that he’d cum a mere two seconds after her time limit, but he held her fast and laughed, as his cock continued to twitch in her mouth. "You couldn't possibly have been thinkin' you were gonna win did you, luv? Had to have my pleasure now. This just means they'll be no cumming for you."
Beth was pissed beyond words. How could he? Ooh she'd get him back, she'd make him pay. It may not happen today, but she would. Beth looked up at him, mouth still impaled by his shaft, eyes cold as steel, nostrils flaring as she steadied herself with deep breaths to keep from biting him. She pulled back, holding his now softening cock in her hands, wanting to tear the damn thing from his body, but instead she grinned evilly and began to lick him clean, licking her own lips in a very seductive manner in the process.
Round and round her tongue went, darting here and there, dancing into the tiny hole on the tip of his cock head, whisking away the last drops of cum, caressing him, bathing him, making him hard again in no time flat.
'Take that, you bastard.' Beth thought to herself. If he wasn't going to let her cum, then she was going to make sure he was rock hard and suffering like she was until he did decided to fuck her. Let him walk around with his balls aching.
Unfortunately, James was on to her little game. He allowed her to pleasure him just a little longer, then pushed her away violently, standing before her, shaft hard and glorious, body awash in candlelight, as he peeled off his pants. When he was as naked as the day he was born, he pulled her up and to him for a brief moment, snarling as he did so, more than ready to continue their game.
"Are you up for some more pain, my little whore? Are you ready to have your arse feel my wrath? You disappointed me, sweet and I don’t like to be disappointed."
Beth's head was spinning from his nearness. His scent, the feel of his hard, sleek body pressed against her heated oversensitive one, the pain of her clamped nipples as they rubbed against his chest, his cock thrust against her stomach. God she needed him.
He kissed her hard, teeth gnashing, drawing blood, which he whisked away with his talented tongue, tasting her and the remnants of his seed in her mouth, then pulled back when she melted against him, whimpering.
"Putty in my hands, Beth. You're nothing but putty when I get you all wet between the legs. Get to the bed, I want you on your back, legs drawn up over your head, spread wide, hands holding your ankles. Gives me nice access to your pussy and arse. It's punishment time, luv." And with that, knowing his orders would be followed, James turned from her and went to retrieve the thick leather strap.
Beth crawled onto the bed and hurried into position, lying on her back and drawing her legs up over her head, spreading them wide and grasping the ankles close to her ears. She jumped, then quivered with anticipation as the sound of James snapping the strap between his hands rang out in the room. She could feel the juice from her pussy running down over her vibrating asshole in response to the sound the snapping belt made. Just like one of Pavlov’s damn dogs! Every inch of her was on edge, buzzing, tingling, needing release.
God she felt vulnerable in this position, everything was open for him to see. He had complete access to her ass, thighs, pussy, bottom hole, and if she held her legs nice and tight like she was supposed to, the sensitive skin under her bum cheeks was made ready for his sport as well.
He never cuffed or tied her like this, preferring to make her hold herself, and that made the whole punishment ten times harder. Closing her legs or moving in any way was simply not tolerated, and carried a painful price.
She heard him approach, then stop near the bed, heard him light a cigarette, smelled the acidic smoke, waited, waited, quivering, dying. When was he going to start? Waited, shivered, and whimpered. Heard him chuckle at her frustration and fear. When? God when?
“So lovely. All open and on display for me. Smooth luscious pussy all wet with need, bum hole stretched by the vibrator, all greased up from your sweet juices. Such a whore, luv. Tell me, how it feels pet.”
“Oh God, James.”
Moving fast as lightening, James flicked away the cigarette, it bounced upon the basement floor, sending sparks flying as he snapped the doubled over strap in his hand once more, then brought it across Beth’s ass with a vicious lash, hitting her in the middle of her cheeks, leaving a five inch wide crimson welt, and driving the vibe deeper into her bottom in the process.
“Never...” slash... “forget...” slash... “to call ...” slash... “me Sir.”
Beth’s mind was screaming at the streak of fire blazing across her ass, and she was dying to move her hands and rub like mad, but she grit her teeth and squeezed her ankles in a death grip.
“I’m sorry, Sir. So sorry. Please.”
James held the strap in one hand and viciously squeezed her ass with the other, then raked his nails over the welts. “They’ll be many more of these before we’re done, pretty pet, many more. Good girls never forget their manners. But first... some fun.”
James slowly removed the vibe from Beth’s ass, twisting it slowly as he did so, and wiggling it back and forth, sending delicious sensations shooting through her belly. She moaned, making him laugh at her need, loving the sight of her drenched pussy, crimson ass, and vulnerable body. Tonight she was his, all of her, the strong confident woman was long gone, replaced by the one who was his toy. His.
“Like that do you? Well I’m not so sure you’ll enjoy this next game so much but you might.” He pulled the vibe out all the way, then retrieved one a bit bigger, and lubed it up liberally with the warming oil, making sure it was as slick as slick could be, then did the same to her puckered hole, shoving in two well lubed fingers, stretching her even further, making her slippery and ready for what was to come.
Beth bit her lip and squeezed her ankles tighter, doing her best not to move, not to ride the fingers that were pumping in and out of her ass. God it felt heavenly, all slippery and cool, stretching, filling her so deeply. If only he’d touch her clit as well, just for a second, she knew she’d be off like a rocket, problem was, so did he.
“Tell me you like it dirty girl. Tell me you like it when I fuck your arse.”
“I do, Sir. I love it when you fuck my ass.” The words came easy, without shame. She was way beyond that point now. Splayed out before him, ass beat red, trembling with desire, on the verge of cumming from what he was doing to her; there was no room for modesty that night.
“That’s right my little whore. Only bad girls like things in their bottoms, Beth, only sluts like it up the ass, and you are both a slut and a very bad girl. Sassy and bossy, demanding, and stubborn. Well you won’t be any of those things much longer.”
James then removed his
fingers, making Beth sigh, and placed the bulbous head of the larger vibe against her bottom hole. He pushed, just a bit, popping the head in and making her groan, stopping with it lodged in the tight circle of muscles that wanted to keep it out. A painful place to hold it to be sure.
“Please.”
“Tell me, slut.”
“Give me more please, Sir. Shove it in my ass.”
“Such a dirty, dirty girl.”
He did as she asked but only a little, making her squirm in spite of herself. James immediately brought his hand down in a series of vicious smacks upon her fiery red cheeks.
“NO MOVING! ”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You will be.” That said, James shoved the vibe in half way and held it there, stretching Beth’s bottom wide, making her groan as she struggled to accommodate it, then he turned it on high, making her feel the buzz deep in the pit of her stomach.
“No cumming.”
“No, Sir.” Beth grit her teeth. No cumming indeed. He’d kill her, but not cumming just might be the death of her too.
“Now then, I believe I promised you more with the strap. How many do you think you should get, Beth? How many do I need to lay upon the end of the vibe to properly push it deep into your delightfully luscious arse?”
“Oh.. I..”
Crack. The sound of the strap rang out in the in the room followed by Beth’s gasp as the blow sent the well lubed vibe deeper into her bottom. “I expect an answer, Beth, not babbling.”
“Ten, Sir.” It was a low number to be sure, but she’d simply said the first thing that came to mind. Her ass was already blazing, and though she knew she could take more of the strap, she didn’t know what else her future held, so being conservative was probably wise.
“You can’t be serious. You, my tough little bitch, thinks ten lashes is sufficient? I think not. I’d say more like twenty and three on your sweet cunt to teach you a lesson. How dare you try to lighten your punishment.”
He came close to the bed and suddenly crawled upon it, leaning over her, hard naked chest pressing down upon and between her upraised legs, cool solid thighs to her hot bottom, cock pressed in the slick crease of her pussy lips, balls nudging the vibe in ever so slightly, blue eyes flashing hints of fire, glowering down at her, whispering, threatening... there.
“Oh and pet, if you so much as move an inch, especially when I’m whipping your quim, we’ll start all over again. Understand?”
She could feel him, all of him, and wanted him so badly it almost brought her to tears. His scent surrounded her, his eyes mesmerized, his body, oh God, his hard body was so close, she wanted to move, to grab him, to slam him onto his back, ending their game, and ride him until he was limp as a rag doll, but she knew she couldn’t, all she could do was nod.
“That’s a girl. Be good and you’ll get good things. Be bad and well... I just might get nasty.” He leaned in and kissed her then, gently, brushing his lips across hers, the promise of the gentleness that would be found when they were done here. He wanted to whisper his love, but now wasn’t the time. She knew it, and she returned the feeling tenfold, it was why she trusted him to do these wicked things to her.
One more light kiss, then he growled as the deep possessiveness he felt for the woman lying beneath him rolled through him. He reached between them and rubbed her clit, bringing her to an even more heightened state, then got up, tongue curled behind his teeth, before smirking at her.
She was a sight indeed, his little submissive slut. Splayed out for his every whim, eyes glazed with need, hair all tumbled, pussy drenched and slick, arsehole impaled, bottom crimson, lips slightly parted, barely holding back a cry of need. Simply delicious.
“Remember, no moving.” And with that, he brought the strap down across the center of her ass, leaving a wide trail of fire and driving the vibe just a little deeper into her core.
The next one hit higher, where her legs met her ass, stinging like hell, bringing unbidden tears. God that thing was thick and stiff. So unyielding, so harsh, it hurt like nothing else. No soft leather for her man, oh no, when he took to hurting her, he did it with style.
Again in the soft crease between her thighs and her ass, then back onto the center, driving the vibe deeper. It had to be three quarters of the way in now, and it hurt so, so good. Again, again, again in the same spot, burning, forcing the vibe in, blazing a trail of agony outside, making her burn with an unbelievable need within.
Now he went even higher, to the backs of her thighs, up and down between her knees and her ass, marking her as his, the welts turning red then purple, James watching in satisfaction as his handiwork decorated the usually perfect, creamy skin, the bruises rising instantly under the hard strap.
When there were only three strokes left, he moved back to her ass and honed in on the center, striking her over and over, each blow driving the large vibe into her bum until it was seated in fully, and she was panting with both need and agony.
“That’s a good girl. Took it like a champ. I imagine you’re burning a bit for me luv, now aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were soft, shaky, said quickly as she stopped chewing on her lower lip. James looked down at her, into her eyes which were stormy as dark grey thunderheads, and full of confusion. Pain and pleasure was filling her, and her bodying was having a hell of a time dealing with both.
The blood on her lower lip glistened brightly, a blood offering for her pain. He fell upon the bed and yanked her legs wide, tearing her ankles from her hands, bending her knees, laying upon her fully, then swooping in to suckle the crimson drops from her mouth, nibbling and making her tender lip bleed more, then he whisk it all away, the taste of her life’s blood stirring the primal beast within him.
James pulled back, knowing he needed to maintain control, and looked at her for a long moment, felt her body blazing beneath him, felt his throbbing cock in her blazing slick fold, felt the hard metal of the clamps on her nipples, scented her passion, fear, confusion, and desire.
“Mine.” It was a command that demanded an answer, and one she gave ever so willingly.
“Yes yours, always yours.”
He growled, the tender feelings being chased away by the wild pleasure at his submissive’s utter surrender. The dominant feral instincts inside him, his dark possessiveness that bordered on jealous madness, overriding his sentimental emotions.
“Never forget that you are.” He gripped her shoulders tightly and kissed her hard, taking what was his, roughly raping her mouth, nipping her lips, driving his tongue deep, taking her breath away, taking what was his, claiming his woman, before lowering his mouth to her neck and nipping her there as well.
This action caused Beth to cry out as a spiraling ball of hunger roared through her from her core, and shot out to every nerve. She thrust her hips up and ground against his cock unbidden, unable to help herself. When he became this possessive, when he asserted his claim, she was helpless.
James backed off and looked down at her, eyes blazing, cock pulsing with a need that matched her own, but much more in control. “You weren’t to move, Beth, and bad girls get punished, but first. I’ve had enough of these.”
Much to Beth’s relief, James fingers went to her nipples and quickly unscrewed the hated clamps. She cried out as the blood rushed back into each sensitive peak, panting to hold back her tears as the incredible pain shot through them, knowing if she could only hold on, it would meld with the pleasure.
James, admiring her strength, knowing she was in for much more pain than she was feeling at the moment, gave in just a bit and quickly laved each bud with his tongue, soothing them, taking away the burn, easing the agony, back and forth until her pants of pain turned to those of desire. True it was a move of mercy, but it was also one that kept her body on edge and confused. Their game was to give pleasure through pain, and confusing the body by offering both in equal doses did wonders to accomplish that goal.
“That’s my kitt
en. All better now?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Don’t thank me so soon, Beth. We’ve still got those lashes to your sweet quim, and a few other toys to play with as well. Naughty girls get punished and fucked, Beth, and dirty sluts who fail to obey get even worse.”
Pressing her bent legs wide open, exposing her pussy in the utmost of ways, James gave a look that said in no uncertain terms that she was to stay that way; then moved his hands between her legs. He spread the delicate lips of her quim with one hand and worked her clit with the other. Squeezing it gently, making it pop from its hood, stimulating it, tickling, teasing, toying, making her ever so responsive and needy, making sure her little button was at the height of sensitivity, than pinched it between his fingers as he let her lips go, making sure it stood up and in firing range.
Beth whimpered, knowing exactly what he was doing, and knowing the outcome. It was pure hell when he whipped her pussy like this. The pain would explode through her, fire erupting between her legs, but her clit would be stimulated harshly at the same time. It was an oxymoron of sensations, extreme pleasure brought about by extreme pain, and the result always put her on the edge of cumming with the first blow. Add to that the huge vibe buried deep in her ass, and she would be hard pressed not to have a mind blowing orgasm with or without his permission. Doing so without was a very grave sin indeed, but could she help herself?
“I think you’re ready now. Your little clit looks so needy Beth. All pink and slippery. Soon it will be red and throbbing, luv, and when your cunt is on fire, when it’s raw and red, I just may slam fuck you there till you pass out from the mixture of pain and pleasure because dirty girls can’t have one without the other. If my whore wants to cum it’s going to hurt as well.”
Dirty, nasty, evil man. Oh he was all those things and more, and she loved it. She knew her body would run the gambit, would be pushed to the limit. She would cry and hurt and burn, but oh she would cum as well, so hard her eyes would cross and she’s pass out if he’d let her.
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