by Sara Fields
Arousal twisted deep in my core and I shuddered with it. My empty pussy clenched, and I cried out as I realized that it was going to remain that way. Dominic’s cock was in my ass and it was going to stay there. He was going to fuck me there. My hips began to rock back and forth in an effort to take him deeper inside me and I tried to ignore the fact that I wanted this, but my body wouldn’t let me.
My nipples scraped against the sheets. My pussy dripped with liquid heat. Moans that couldn’t be mistaken for anything except desire were escaping my lips. He had to know I was enjoying this. He had to know that this was hardly a punishment.
“You’re going to come for me now. You’re going to come more times than you can count. You’re going to beg me to stop. You’re going to apologize again and again as you plead for mercy, but that’s when your real punishment is going to begin. You’re going to come so many times that there will be tears running down those pretty cheeks, all with my cock fucking your tight little bottom hole. You’re going to come so many times that it’s going to hurt,” he threatened, and my body heated even further.
That tiny ball of fear returned but I was too aroused to care. I should have. I should have been very, very afraid because what was to come next would break me like I’ve never been broken before.
His finger caressed my clit more firmly. He pinched it harder and twisted it from side to side and I groaned with pleasure. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good. My pussy throbbed with sensation, my orgasm just moments away from giving me exactly what I needed.
“Please,” I begged.
I wanted to come so badly.
“Come for me, little girl,” he demanded, and I did.
That first orgasm was pure bliss. I felt like I was flying high in the clouds as ecstasy raced through my veins. Every muscle in my body tensed and my pleasure buzzed from the ends of my toes all the way to the tips of my fingers. My bottom hole clenched around his cock and he groaned quietly while my desire heightened even more. Hearing his pleasure made mine that much stronger.
His fingers continued to play with my clit and as that first orgasm began to fade, a second one followed in its wake not long after.
This kind of pleasure felt deeper and more intense than any orgasm I’d ever had before. I shook with passion and my muscles trembled with it. It crept up from the deepest parts of my soul and I couldn’t fight it because it was growing stronger with every passing moment.
I still didn’t understand how this was a punishment.
I would soon.
He fucked my bottom slowly, ensuring to press in and out of me completely. The steady cadence proved to be incredibly arousing and a third orgasm crept to the surface.
I didn’t fight it. Not yet.
Those first few orgasms were decadent. They felt like a reward.
But that wasn’t going to last.
By the time I came for a fifth time, a small twinge of anxiety began to form deep in my belly. How many times was he going to make me come? How long was he going to last? Would I? My pleasure was growing stronger, more consuming with every last orgasm. My muscles quivered harder. My pussy tightened more completely. My nipples grew more sensitive.
Even my body was growing hotter, sizzling with sensation that originated deep within my core. It felt so good.
His pinches grew harder. More painful and my tender clit responded.
I came for a sixth time and then a small twinge of pain twisted with the pleasure hurling through my body. That made me come harder and my mouth opened as a silent scream of ecstasy escaped my throat.
He never increased the tempo of his cock entering in and out of my bottom. It was almost a reminder that he could use me however he wished, hard or soft and I didn’t have the slightest choice about it. My bottom tightened around him and the sudden uninvited yearning to have him fuck me harder crossed my mind. I didn’t voice my wants. I ignored it because it couldn’t be real. I couldn’t want that.
I couldn’t want him to fuck my bottom more roughly. I couldn’t want him to make it hurt. A single drop of my wetness rolled down my thigh and I realized that I was positively soaked. I was growing wetter and wetter and I couldn’t stop it.
His fingers reached down between my thighs and explored that very wetness, gathering it and using it to torture my clit even more. The more he touched me, the more I began to worry about just how much he was going to make me take.
A seventh orgasm rushed toward me and for the first time, I tried to fight it. I tried to push it back but the persistent taunting of his fingers on my clit was relentless.
“Please. I understand,” I pleaded.
“No, little girl. You think you understand, but you don’t. You have a thorough punishment coming and by the time I’m through with you, you will really understand what happens to bad little girls that think they can take control,” he answered sternly, and I whimpered at his words.
With a shiver, my next orgasm took a hold of me. I didn’t understand why, but this one was more intense than all the rest and my tortured clit throbbed with sensation. Every nerve in my body crackled with desire and began to edge with just the slightest hint of pain. That made this orgasm even harder than all the rest.
It was then that my worry grew into ice-cold fear.
His fingers didn’t stop. They didn’t even slow, not even a little. They began to move faster. Harder. He didn’t show even a shred of mercy.
I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. I felt myself beginning to lose control and that’s when I started to understand what he meant. He’d been right before. I didn’t get what it meant to be well and truly punished but I was starting to now.
I was afraid of how well I would understand what he meant when this was all over.
I could feel the next orgasm simmering at the edges of my core. My pleasure was twisting in on itself and it felt like this next one was going to be even stronger than all the rest. The closer it came to breaking over me, the more I tried to push it back, but nothing worked. It crept toward me, brewing stronger and stronger until I knew it was absolutely useless to try to stop it. I was going to come, and nothing was going to prevent it.
My back arched and desire catapulted up and down my spine. A strangled cry broke free from my throat and my orgasm tore through me. It twisted, hot like a knife deep in my belly and my clit throbbed with both pleasure and agony. White-hot bliss ravaged me from within and my legs struggled to hold me up.
Fuck.
I’d never come this hard in my life.
Strangely, he still fucked my bottom just as slowly as he had begun, all while his fingers continuously tortured my throbbing clit. He didn’t stop and one orgasm bled into the next until I didn’t know up from down. I just knew pleasure. And pain.
With his cock in my bottom and his fingers on my clit, he showed me that he could conquer me with pleasure just as much as he could with the lash of his belt.
When he finally pulled his fingers away from my clit, I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived because he reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled something out. I couldn’t see what it was. It did fit in the palm of his hand though. He reached back between my legs and I whimpered as he pressed the smooth surface of whatever it was up against my clit.
It began to vibrate. Hard and fast.
I whimpered at first. I cried out as the sensations grew stronger.
“Please, don’t do this,” I begged.
“You will take what I give you, little girl,” he answered.
I quivered beneath him as another orgasm surged forth from the very bottoms of my feet. I quaked as I felt it coming, fearing the moment it crashed over me like a rushing waterfall and when it finally did, it tore through me with the ferocity of a hurricane.
I screamed and I cried with pleasure. At first, it felt incredible but then the pain followed. It twisted in my belly with absolute force and I realized how much I should fear him. He held that cruel little bullet against my clit
and made me come for him time and time again.
The bite of each orgasm built on the last until my body was one unending source of pain and ecstasy. I couldn’t think. I could only feel as sensations ravaged my body. I didn’t know when it would end. I didn’t know if it ever would.
The only thing I did know was that it wasn’t up to me.
It was up to him.
The terrible vibrations continued, forcing one painful orgasm from my body after the next. I shuddered, writhing beneath him from the terrible painful bliss.
I was truly beginning to understand what he’d meant before.
This was hard. This was painful. This was also entirely out of my control.
The vibrations grew stronger. More consuming and powerful and terrible all at once. My clit was already sore, and I didn’t know how many more times he was going to make me come from him.
“Please. I’m sorry for being disobedient,” I cried out, trying to switch tactics in hopes for mercy. I found none. Instead, he pressed the vibrator more firmly against my clit and I whimpered at the realization.
The vibrations were ruthless, mastering my body once and for all. Pleasurable agony ripped me apart, shattering me into a billion pieces and I was afraid that I’d never be able to put myself back together again. Every inch of my body was sensitive to the touch, so much so that the grip of his hand on my hip felt painful. The bullet that was pressed against my pussy hurt.
Everything was hurting.
Pleasure and pain mixed into one and I could no longer tell the difference between one or the other. Sensations tore through me. My skin burned with it, scalding hot with fire that never seemed to cool.
I must have come another five times before I found it difficult to draw in a breath.
“I’m so sorry,” I whimpered but the vibrator continued to torture my clit. He held that terrible little bullet against me firmly and as much as I tried to squirm and avoid its brutal vibrations, I couldn’t. It was as though he knew what I was doing and moved with me, ensuring that tiny object never left the place where he’d decided I’d needed it the most.
My clit was so sore. I didn’t think I could take much more and as another orgasm tore through me, I realized that I didn’t have a choice. Rather unexpectedly, he pulled the vibrator away and reached back into the drawer of the nightstand. He pulled out a long lavender-colored wand. At the end was a bulbous circle that was stratified with a gridlock design of silver treads and when he flipped a switch at the end of the toy, it began to hum. He held the handle and I nervously waited as he pressed the rounded end against my pussy.
It felt like any rather powerful vibrator. At first.
Then something odd happened. It began to tingle. It was almost imperceptible in the beginning, but it increased in intensity. The tingling sensation grew stronger and my little clit pulsed beneath it. As more time passed, it began to prickle, and I whimpered as it buzzed across my skin.
“What is that?” I whispered, my voice shaking with rising arousal.
“This is a vibrating violet wand. I had it made especially for naughty little girls who need to be taught a very memorable lesson. It took quite a few prototypes, but I’m very pleased with how it turned out. I have a feeling you’re going to be soon as well,” he answered and the buzzing grew even more powerful. Soon, it started to feel like someone was lightly dragging their fingernails across my skin.
My sore clit throbbed, again and again. The electric current from the vibrating wand hummed through my flesh and settled deep into my core, coercing another orgasm to rise unbidden despite me trying to stop it. The tingling sensation made it even more difficult to hold back and before I knew it, my body was beginning to shake. My legs quivered hard and he held me steady with his hand on my hip. My fists tightened around the sheets beneath my upper body and I was thankful for the support of the bed at that moment.
My orgasm hit me, and it fractured me in two. I screamed with painful bliss as the agony from my forced release broke me. My clit was so very sore now and the wand showed no signs of slowing down.
In fact, it only got even stronger.
The tingling intensified so that it spread across the entirely of my pussy, torturing my wet folds until another orgasm shattered me.
I was so helpless. Vulnerable. At his mercy.
My breath hitched. It hurt. So much. Pleasurable pain that threatened to tear me apart.
I didn’t know how many times I came beneath him. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but his cock deep in my bottom hole and that cruel vibrating wand between my legs. I came so many times that I lost count. That I cried out for mercy. And then finally, a single tear dripped down my cheek.
Once the first fell, I couldn’t stop the rest. I began to sob and that’s when his slow steady movements in and out of my ass began to change. What had felt good for so long was now becoming painful. He moved quicker, his cadence faster. His cock punished my bottom hole with fervor, using it as roughly as he pleased as I broke beneath him.
I sobbed as he claimed me in the most thorough way I could have ever imagined. I screamed. I cried. I moaned and then I came again.
Each subsequent orgasm was nothing short of brutal. Exquisite ecstasy transformed into passionate agony. Tears raced down my cheeks as I came for him, again and again. As many times as he wanted. As many times as he demanded.
He was in control of me, utterly and completely.
“When this is over, you’re going to tell me the truth, aren’t you, little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered with a sharp cry. “I’m so sorry.”
My asshole was so incredibly sore and the harder he used me, the more it hurt. As much as my body has gotten used to his size, when he fucked me this roughly, the friction burned terribly hot. The burning sensation rushed up and down my spine and I sobbed even harder.
“Will you disobey me again, little girl?” he prodded next and I shook my head as I cried. I had difficulty forming words for a moment and he was thankfully merciful in his patience until I was able to answer.
“No, sir,” I managed to whisper as I cried. “Please.”
“Your punishment is almost over. You will come for me one last time as I mark your tight little bottom hole with my seed. After this is over, you will tell me everything I want to know with it still dripping from that beautiful hole. If you’re very good, I might just give you permission to wash yourself. Or I might decide to do it myself,” he began.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
“You will come hard for me. Understand, little girl?” he continued.
“Yes, sir,” I wailed.
His grip on my hip tightened and he fucked my ass even harder than I thought possible. I cried out as pain and pleasure rolled into one, feeling the constant slap of his punishing hips on my welted backside. The tingling of the violet wand intensified along with the terribly cruel vibrations, forcing an orgasm to the surface that promised to be the most brutal and punishing one of all.
I remained on the precipice of my release for several long minutes as it built deep in my core. I was terrified of coming one final time because I knew this one was going to be the hardest one yet. I shook and I whimpered. And I begged.
“Please. I’ve learned my lesson. Please don’t make me come again,” I pleaded but my words fell on deaf ears. The electric buzzing only intensified. The vibrations did too.
Fuck.
A few more seconds passed, and I knew my orgasm was imminent. I tried to prepare myself. I tried to be strong. I tried to be brave, but it was going to break me in ways that I’d never imagined.
The moment it began, a low wail emerged from my throat that grew louder and louder as my release mastered every single one of my senses. My eyes rolled back in my head and I could no longer see anything but the inky blackness of my own pleasure. The air smelled heavy of sex and a deep sense of shame washed over me, knowing that much of that was the scent of my wetness permeating around us. All I heard were th
e screams of primal desire. I sounded like a feral cat and it only served to make my release even stronger. I tasted the salt from my tears as I sobbed through my orgasm, dripping down my cheeks and onto my lips only to eventually fall on my tongue.
I was drowning in my pleasure and I could see no way out. It felt like the world was crushing me from the outside in. I writhed and screamed with the cruel bite of pleasure and pain, but nothing stopped it. I had fallen into a black hole of ecstasy and I wouldn’t be allowed back out until he allowed it.
I broke and I broke hard.
Agony. Pleasure. Ruthless punishment.
I understood what he had meant before. I understood what being broken with pleasure felt like now.
I felt his seed surge deep into my bottom, again and again as he marked me as his. It was scalding hot and I sobbed as it prolonged my orgasm even further. Every last second was complete and utter torture as spurt after spurt of his cum claimed my virgin bottom as his and his alone.
Even after my orgasm finally faded, my tears didn’t stop. He pulled free from my ass and I felt his seed drip from my very well-used bottom hole. I didn’t even move to stop it.
Every muscle in my body was sore. My clit was very, very sore, just like my asshole. My throat was hoarse, raw from both my screams of pleasure and of pain. I felt exhausted and his arms wrapped around me. He lifted me up off the floor and sat down in a nearby armchair. He arranged my body so that my bottom was balanced between his thighs, sideways so that I could lay my head on his shoulder.
Gently, he pressed his lips to my forehead.
“That’s my good girl. You took your punishment very well,” he murmured and even though I was still crying, I smiled a little bit.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” I whimpered through my tears.
“You’re forgiven. You always were. You just needed to be reminded that you’re not in control anymore, little girl. You lost that privilege the moment you walked in my door and asked for my help. You know that now, don’t you?” he said softly, and I pressed my cheek into his shoulder.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, nodding into his neck.