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He started to fuck my bottom unhurriedly, pulling in and out painfully slowly. I thought about every shameful inch as he pushed it in and out of me.
My clit throbbed beneath his fingers, and I knew he was right. I was on the cusp of orgasm already. I could fight it all I wanted to, but I knew that it was inevitable for me to come with his cock fucking my tightest hole.
I also knew that it was probably going to result in the best orgasm I’d ever had, and I hated that it was intricately tied with the harshest punishment of my life.
“Please don’t,” I wailed, the word ‘stop’ dying on my tongue before I could say it. I wanted to tell him to fuck me hard enough that I felt it the next morning. I wanted to beg him for so much more. I wanted to tell him not to hold back so that I could see what that kind of orgasm felt like.
In that moment, I wanted him to punish me with every single inch of his cock.
“I won’t, little girl. I won’t stop until you scream for me,” he vowed, and my entire body shook with anticipation.
“Oh, please,” I moaned. My skin tingled with sensation. His fingertips danced over my clit and then my first ass fucking truly began.
Now his cock was like an iron spike as he pounded into my asshole. With every thrust, a wave of pain washed over me only to be quickly followed by a dizzying surge of pleasure. He slammed into me with ruthless intent, and I couldn’t stop myself from tensing around him, which only made the stinging burn flare hot before it faded into an ever-pulsing ache.
I tightened around him, and another vicious surge of agony overtook me. His fingers mercilessly pushed me toward the edge, and I quickly spiraled out of control.
The spanking with his hand had been hard. The belting had been that much more terrible, but this was far worse.
This part punished me much more thoroughly than all of that. His cock speared into me so deeply, teaching me a lesson with every hard thrust.
Bad.
Girl.
I wailed as that first orgasm ripped through me. It tore me open like I was nothing more than a sheet of paper. It held me captive with one delicious tremor after the next. For a few blissful moments, the pain faded away and all I felt was endless pleasure.
My hips rolled, which only made him fuck me harder. I moaned, wanting more, needing more. I took everything he gave me with wild abandon.
It hurt, but I started enjoying the fact that it did.
By the time my pleasure finally faded, I was out of breath. I shook against the table, pressing my cheek against the cool metal as I contemplated what had just happened.
He never stopped fucking me.
After several more seconds, the ache returned. Then it worsened. And worsened.
Would he stop now that I’d come? How much longer was this going to last? Could I take it if it continued much longer?
My asshole was so sore. I whimpered, trying to angle my hips in a way that would make it better, but nothing seemed to work.
“Please! I’ve learned my lesson,” I tried.
His pelvis slapped against my welted backside, hard and fast and relentless.
“You’ve got two more orgasms to go, little girl,” he commanded, his tone merciless.
My body revolted with panic, trying to push him out but his cock had already opened me. He slid in and out of me with ease, yet it continued to hurt anyway.
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
“Do I need to take my belt to you again before I finish your fucking?” he asked cruelly, and my legs trembled with fear and overwhelming desire.
“No, sir,” I said hoarsely.
“Then be a good girl and come for me,” he growled.
I didn’t know it was possible, but then he fucked me even harder. Every thrust was punishment, but his fingers danced over my clit, and I kept getting wetter. I didn’t want it to, but my core started to squeeze tight with desire once again.
