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Lifting my leg, so my knee rests on the bed, he now has better access to go deeper and harder, and it’s exactly what he does. His breathing becomes harder the closer he gets to releasing himself, and I begin to groan every time he slams into me, hitting me so deep that it causes a brief pain, but it matters none to me.
“Please, Sir, come hard…fill me up…” I pant as my Dom uses me for his pleasure.
“No worries there, Precious. You’re going to get a huge load in just a sec. You’re going to be dripping all night long.” He picks up his speed and then grips the back of my neck with one hand, holding me down, as his other hand grips my hip, “Fucking take it all, baby!” He slams into me one last time and literally roars as he shoots his load deep inside of me.
Jace rests his head against my spine as he catches his breath. When he’s ready to continue, his hand that is still gripping my neck closes around the hair at my nape and he lifts me to my feet. A shiver runs through me at the careless, but non-hurtful, way he helps me to stand; he is now in Dom mode. He urges me forward without instruction, stopping us in front of the wooden St. Andrew’s cross. He doesn’t need to tell me to raise my arms, I just do, waiting for him to secure my wrists to it. Moving down to my ankles, he then restrains them to the wooden boards as well.
He chuckles as his seed drips and trickles down my inner thighs, he smears it around. He then dips his finger into my pussy and pumps a few times before pulling it out and standing back up. He lets me lick our mixed fluids from his finger before he moves away. Suddenly, I feel his presence behind me once again.
“You will ask me to belt you, Precious. I will not do anything until you have asked nicely.” I feel the soft leather as he runs it over my back lightly. The feel of it now is a huge contrast to what it’s going to feel like in a moment.
“Please, Master Jace, belt me good…please make it hurt…” I plead breathlessly.
“Are you sure that this is what you want?”
“Yes, Sir…I need this…”
Lips softly press against my shoulder, “I love you, Precious.” He doesn’t wait for me to say the words back as he steps away and brings the first strike down. He doesn’t mark up my back at all, keeping to the soft globes of my butt. After so many, he pauses and massages each cheek before continuing.
There is no counting these strikes. All I need to do is lean into the wooden structure and enjoy every sensation, every sting, every burn. I can feel the flames licking at my core, wanting nothing more than to turn into an explosion. The savage way he uses the belt against my delicate skin would make one think that he hates me, and that he wants to cause me this pain. He may like to cause me some pain, knowing that I enjoy it, but only I know just how much he dislikes hurting me like this. So, even though it looks like he’s doing this out of malice, he’s really in control and is doing this out of love for me.
The leather hits the floor and all I can hear is his hard breathing; that’s how much effort he put into strapping me. I’m only halfway there though. Moaning out my need as I pant myself, I turn my head slightly, “More, Master Jace…please. I want the cane.”
I hear him walk away, only to return a moment later, “No worries, Precious. I plan on caning this ass really good, but first…”
I feel him attach the straps to my thighs. I know what this is, and my core is already dripping with excitement, but my brain is crying out because I already know that he’s not going to let me stop until he’s ready or I safe word. As soon as he inserts the wand in its holder, he turns it on, making my already sensitive clit throb even more.
“You’re going to come until I say to stop. You want it to hurt, you’re going to really hurt once I drag every drop of cum from your body…and then some.”
“Oh God, Sir…”
“God isn’t going to help you now, Precious.” He leans in, reaching both arms around to my chest, and pinches both nipples as he gives me his order, “Come now!”
I can’t stop my body from obeying even if I wanted to. It responds to my Dom’s voice on instinct these days, I have no say in how it reacts, “OHH…FUCK! PLEASE, SIR…!”
“Please what? I hope the next words from your mouth is to ask me to come again because that is the only request that I will grant, aside from making you hurt more.”
“ARGH!!” My climax is still rippling through me as he begins using the cane, prolonging it a bit more.
“That’s right, my dirty whore loves when I torture her sweet cunt, don’t you?” He asks sadistically.
“Yes, Sir, I do…please make it hurt!”
My legs want to give out, but I stay strong and endure it because I know soon, I will be floating in subspace. I can feel the endorphins starting to fire up with every contact. Another climax hits me, and he continues. This goes on for a bit, and I’ve already lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had.
There is a pause as Jace comes around to the front to check on me. At the same time, he tortures my nipples, keeping up with the pain that my body is needy for. I smile at him, and he smirks back, “You’re doing really well baby. Just a little more and you’re there.”
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JACE POV
She’s beautiful when she hits subspace, and I can’t help but be ecstatic that I’m the one that gets her there, that I’m the only one she trusts to get her there. When I checked on her a little while ago, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. I turned the wand up another notch and resumed with her caning. She begged and pleaded for me to use the whip, but I just can’t bring myself to use that just yet, so instead, I gave her more of the cane to appease us both, and she entered her beloved subspace.
The welts on her ass are perfection as I apply the salve to each individual one. She never gave me attitude after I told her that I would not be fucking her like I wanted to, I had never planned on it. This was about her and what she needed after the news she received from her father. If I could do more, I would. She deserves justice for what those fuckers did to her. One thing is for sure, once I’m all moved in, I’m going to make it my mission to prove to her that she does matter. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling after hearing how lenient the judge was.
“Mm, that feels so good, Sir.”
Her voice brings me back to attention and I smile down as I watch my own hands massage her soft, welted skin, “Does it now?” I slide my hands to where my thumbs just barely brush against her folds, and she starts squirming around.
