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“Are you ready for more?” he asked, when all my braids were unraveled.
“My nipples hurt, Sir. They hurt a lot.”
“I know.” He brought the rod up with a crispthwackbetween my pussy lips, then flicked the bare skin above my mons as I bobbed on my toes. “Ow, ow, ow.”
“This isn’t anything yet. Just beginner stuff.”
Maybe so, but my ass hurt, my thighs hurt, my nipples were killing me, and my pussy was on fire with both lust and searing pain. I stared at him, not knowing how to express all the things I was feeling, not knowing what to say. His eyes held mine, a comfort from the storm within me.
“Are you going to cry for me, baby?”
“I don’t know.” But I was already crying. As the rod flicked me again, a tear rolled down my cheek. It hurtso bad. I wanted himso much. He started to stroke me again, drawing the smooth Lucite over my center like a bow on violin strings. The punishment came after, always. First the pleasure, then the flick of his wrist, and agony in my most tender, sexual center. More tears flowed. I made no effort to hold them back, because I knew he wanted me to cry. There was something freeing about letting the emotion out, and I could tell he loved it. He put his hand on my neck and stared down at my damp cheeks, kissing away a few tears.
“Do you need me to stop, Alice?”
“No,” I said, as his fingers stroked my exposed throat. “I like it. Mostly. It’s just scary, a little.”
“Sometimes it’s fun to be scared. Sometimes being scared turns people on.” He put down the rod, caressing my sore pussy flesh. I could feel the afterburn of every stroke he’d landed, pulsing in a hot line. Why did that turn me on so much? Why was I crying at the same time?
He drove his fingers deep inside my pussy, so deep I could barely contain them, with the dildo still stretching my ass. With his other hand, he took off the clamps. Only his fingers—and the dildo—kept me in place as sensation stormed back to my nipples. I took shallow, halting breaths, and more tears overflowed. As he held my gaze, I realized I’d never felt so vulnerable, so endangered, as I did in that moment. I’d had sex so many times, plenty of times, and I’d always felt in control, calm, satisfied. This kind of sex had nothing to do with that.
Because this wasn’t just sex, it was possession. His fingers probed and controlled me, asserting his dominance, telling me everything I needed to know. He pinched my sore, sensitive nipples and I tried to jerk away. Then he slapped my face, and…
And…
And I liked it. I got even more turned on.
Ella had told me she liked it, and I couldn’t believe she meant it, but now I understood. My pussy pulsed around his fingers. He gave a small, wicked smile, and I thought he might slap me again, but he only kissed me, harder than any of the times he’d kissed me yet. He ended up with his fingers wrapped around my neck again, and I could hardly bear how excited that made me feel.
“Please, Sir. Don’t let me go.”
I kept repeating that,Don’t let me go, swallowing against the pressure of his palm. I wanted him to help me come. I wanted him to fuck me, because I wanted to come with him inside me, possessing me.
“I don’t think I can fit inside your hot little pussy with that dildo in your ass. Come here, baby.”
He undid the bonds and eased me off the cross. I fell to my knees, partly because my legs wouldn’t hold me, and partly because it seemed like the proper place for me to be in this dungeon. He lifted me and carried me to the bondage bed against the back wall, and pushed me onto it, positioning me on my hands and knees. He made me wait there as he rolled on a rubber. No bondage, but I didn’t care. I was dying to be touched. To be fucked.
He used his fingers to fuck my pussy again, pressing them deep, just grazing over my clit so I went wild but got no release. I thought I’d die from wanting him inside me. “Crawl,” he ordered, slapping my ass. “Crawl to the headboard and reach for the highest bar.”
I obeyed, stretching my arms as high as I could, desperate to please him. He was behind me in an instant, pinning me against the metal lattice, grabbing my hips and impaling me as I clung to the bar above me. I arched my back, trying to hold on, but it felt so good my fingers loosened. His hands came over mine, gripping them so I couldn’t let go. I could feel his heat behind me, and oh, the way his cock filled me…
“It…feels…so…good,” I said as he pounded me. My knees were spread on the white sheets, and I bucked against the air, wishing I could rub myself to an instant orgasm. No, that would be too quick. I wanted to revel in his rough lovemaking until my body couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let go,” he said. “Turn around towards me.”
I let go of the bar and changed position. Once again, he made me lift my hands and hang on, but now we were facing each other. He grasped my hips and drove into me from his knees, forcing my pussy onto his cock. Our chests collided in time to his thrusts, his scent and ragged breaths driving my arousal to its highest peak. My ass felt empty now, but my pussy was so, so full of him. He banged me there against his headboard, and it hurt, but it felt magical too, and when he started grinding his pelvis against my clit, I lost it.
“I can’t—Oh God. I’m going to come.”
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me as our bodies smacked together. He was so encompassing, so deep inside me, and around me at the same time. When my orgasm exploded, I lost my grip on the bed, but he caught me so I didn’t fall. He held me. Protected me. I let go of the headboard and wrapped myself around him, burying my face against his hair. He pushed in me once more, until I could feel him pulsing inside me. His groan was louder than my breathless orgasm whimpers.
Without speaking, without leaving me, he pulled us backward, holding my hips so I was sprawled on top of him on the bed. I squeezed involuntarily on his cock, aftershocks from my powerful orgasm. “Holy Christ,” he said, and reached down to pull out of me. While I lay back on the bed, he took care of the condom, then returned and crawled over my sprawled body.
“I think I’m dead now,” I said.
He stroked my hair. “Not dead. Just tired.”
I gazed up at him, wondering how I could feel shy after all we’d just done together. “We went a little harder that time.”
