“I am, little girl. Does that make you nervous?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, but my clit throbbed insatiably hard at knowing the inevitable. I relaxed against the bed and closed my eyes. I heard him unclasp his belt and the swishing sound as he pulled it from his loops was more arousing than I wanted it to be.
“Will the belt hurt?” I asked.
“It will, little girl, but you’re going to take it because you’ve earned it,” he answered.
A droplet of arousal rolled all the way down my thigh. He was the first man to ever take a woman like me and show me what true strength was.
I hated how much that turned me on. Despite everything in me that screamed against it, I peered back and watched him fold the belt in half. My clit throbbed needily.
“Please, I need…”
“I know what you need. We’ll take care of that needy little pussy after this pretty bottom has been thoroughly marked by my belt,” he declared. He cocked his head, admiring the redness of my backside.
The promise of him touching me threw me off balance, but I wanted to know more. I was curious. Would he want more than that? Would he fuck me?
I lifted my bottom and he groaned softly in appreciation.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and I lifted my bottom even higher, knowing that the belt was coming.
The sound of the belt cutting through the air was so very loud. I tried not to tense up, but it was impossible when I didn’t know what it would feel like. That feeling didn’t last long. I whimpered as the belt cut into my flesh, a vicious line of fire following in its wake.
“Oh!” I gasped.
He whipped me with the dreaded leather once more and this time, it felt like it had branded straight into my flesh. I had thought his palm was mean enough on its own, but the belt was that much fiercer. It curled around my bottom, catching each cheek and my hips tilted in an effort to escape it. His palm pressed against my lower back, and he held me in place, thrashing me swiftly with the belt as chastisement for moving.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
That black piece of leather was the only thing on my mind. I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was agony across my bottom cheeks, yet my pussy continued to burn. It felt like everything was centered between my legs and I wanted nothing more than to rid myself of the disturbing ball of need that was radiating out from my core.
“Please! Have mercy!” I wailed and still, he didn’t listen. He whipped my bottom, the backs of my thighs, and when I had the misfortune of opening my legs once or twice, he even clipped the folds of my pussy with the end of the belt.
“I’m not done yet, little girl,” he warned, and he thrashed me that much harder. I hoped it would end soon. I prayed for that outcome.
I didn’t want to cry, but I knew that was probably inevitable too.
There was something about that realization that made my heart stop. I blinked back tears. Please. I didn’t want to show him that weakness. I didn’t want to be weak. I sniffed them back, but one inevitably fell anyway.
I tried to stop myself, but I really began to cry after that. It was as if the dam had been breached with that first tear. Even as I sobbed, my clit continued to throb with cruel betrayal, as if I wanted all of this even though it hurt.
I hated that I wanted him to touch between my legs still, that I needed him to slip his fingers inside my pussy and make me come.
I was a monster.
He tossed the belt on the bed.
“That’s a good girl. You took your punishment so well,” he murmured. In an unexpected act of kindness, he gathered me in his arms and tucked me in his lap as if I was a little girl and not a grown woman. His arms circled around me and as I leaned against him, I couldn’t help but feel how very long and very hard he was beneath me.
I closed my eyes and my clit only continued to pulse harder. What if I just rearranged myself and took his cock out from his pants? Would he let me ride it?
Get it together, Natalia. Stop thinking with your goddamn pussy.
“Shhh. I’ve got you,” he crooned. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck, sniffling as my tears dried. His fingers petted my punished backside, almost as if he was offering relief even though he’d been the cause of it.
There was such tenderness in his touch that it left me reeling.
I should be angry that he’d torn my dress off, bared me, and spanked my bottom and my pussy bright red. I should be even more furious that he’d taken off his belt and whipped me with that too.
But I wasn’t.
The only thing that incensed me was that my punishment made me more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I clutched at him and when I’d gotten a hold of myself, I made a choice of my own.
I resituated myself on his lap.
This time, I faced him. My breasts pressed against his chest, but it was my naked pussy against his cock that took my breath away. It felt just like I’d imagined it would and that only made me want it more.
I needed to come.
“What are you up to, naughty girl?” he asked, and my hips rolled just the slightest bit at the promise in his voice.
“I need…” I began. His hands settled on my hips and his dark gaze held mine.
“You need that wet little pussy fucked hard, don’t you?” he finished for me.
“Sir,” I breathed, too ashamed that he could see my face now. I couldn’t hide. Not when I was sitting atop him like this.
“You’re going to have to earn it, little girl. I should warn you though, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he cautioned.
My hips rocked again, and I swore I could feel his cock throbbing against me.
“Sir…” I murmured needily. I jerked against him, and he growled. The pressure of him against my sore spanked pussy was a sweet torment, but it made my arousal spike all the same.
“You will ride me to orgasm, little girl. You will come hard for me. If I decide it wasn’t hard enough, I will punish you with my cock in one of your pretty holes. How good of a job you do will determine which one of those holes will get fucked tonight,” he growled, and I shuddered hard with heated need. It felt dangerous and incredibly tempting at the same time.
One of his hands glided up and down the length of my spine, a gentle teasing touch that made me shiver.
What was wrong with me? Why was I even considering doing something so shameful?
My whole body felt like it was crackling with electricity. I moaned softly, aching to do what he asked and reluctant to do it at the same time.
“You have five minutes, little girl. If you don’t come in that time, I will put you over my knee and spank that naughty little clit until you do,” he warned, and I squeaked in alarmed arousal. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and slowly rolled my hips back and forth.
At first, my movements were tentative. It felt wrong to be grinding my fully naked body on him like this. The fabric of his slacks was soft, but it felt rough against my spanked pussy and that only added to the insatiable need deep inside my core.
My insecurity in my movements made them slow and I blushed as I realized that wouldn’t be enough to bring me to orgasm. I’d need to work harder.
As the seconds passed, I began to grow bolder. I ground my clit against the hardness of his length, over and over again. My sensitive folds were so sore, but my need was so much greater. My core wound tighter. My moans grew louder.
His grip on my hips tightened.
“Four more minutes, little girl.”
I cried out and drove myself against him. My hips rolled a bit more greedily, riding his cock as though it was made for me. The longer I ground myself against him, the more I wondered what it would feel like to ride his cock this way.
The more I wondered how much better his big cock would feel driving between my legs.
“Three minutes, little girl,” he threatened and the image of him spanking my pussy for not coming fast enough drove me even higher into the heights of arousal. My skin was simmering with heat. My clit was pulsing, faster and faster and I keened as I began to lose control in an entirely different way.
He was the first person that would ever see me come.
“Two minutes,” he whispered in my ear and his breath ticked the tiny hairs at the side of my neck.
“I can’t,” I breathed. I was so aroused, but I felt so much pressure and a tiny vein of fear began to pulse inside me.
“You will, unless you want me to spank that disobedient little clit far harder than you want, little girl,” he warned, and my clit throbbed hard.
I edged closer and closer to release. I climbed higher and with one hand, he captured my left nipple between his fingers. He pinched it lightly in a silent threat and when I gasped, he twisted it even harder. An electric zing of pleasure radiated all across my breast, descending as if it was a direct conduit to my clit.
“Sixty seconds,” he added, and I cried out in fear. I ground hard against him, rolling my hips and doing everything in my power to force my orgasm to a head. He tormented my nipple and just when I thought I was out of time, he whispered in my ear once more.
“Thirty seconds. This is your last warning, little girl. You will come for me, or you will be punished, and I promise you that it will hurt,” he growled.
My thighs started to shake. My hips rocked back and forth at a fevered pace. I needed to come. I didn’t want him to spank my clit, but I knew that he would if I didn’t orgasm right now. I rode hard and as I approached that fateful edge, I curled my arms around him tightly.
I whimpered, ground down harder on him, and then I fell off that cliff.
I moaned and cried, writhing over his cock as my core convulsed with the heated bliss of orgasm. I closed my eyes and curled up against him even as my hips continued to rock back and forth on his cock. He was so hard and that only heightened my arousal, making it the longest and hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
That first release was so strong that I soared. I trembled as the bright white heat of it enveloped me in its embrace. My inner walls fluttered hard, and I was almost sad that my pussy was empty even as I shuddered from the last heated seconds of orgasm.
My heart pounded perilously fast in my chest, and I opened my eyes, just realizing now that I must have closed them at one point. I swallowed hard, blushing as I lifted my head to face him, knowing that he’d just seen what I had done. He’d seen what I’d looked like when I’d come.
“Good girl,” he murmured and there was a faraway expression on his face that spoke to his own arousal. He looked back at me like he wanted to possess me. I wondered if he saw the same thing on my face. He reached for my chin, grazing his thumb across my lower lip and impossibly, my pussy twitched with want again.
“Come now. Back over the bed,” he directed, and he let go of me. I searched his gaze, trying to figure out what he wanted from me next. When I didn’t obey right away, he lightly slapped my backside, and I bit my lip in order to hold back a cry.
The welts from his belt were still very tender.
Carefully, I climbed off his lap, and he situated me over the edge of the bed once more.
“Look at this soaking wet little pussy. I’m going to need to deal with that, aren’t I?” he mused, just as those delightfully cruel fingers slid up and down my sensitive folds once more. He teased me gently, but I was already so needy from before. Impossibly, my arousal surged once more.
If he kept this up, I would come again. I’d never pushed myself past one orgasm before. I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to give me an option not to.
He circled my clit, driving me crazy with mind-reeling pleasure.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
He unbuttoned his pants behind me, and I had trouble keeping myself still as I thought about what it might feel like to have his entire length driving into me.
Carefully, he slipped one finger inside of me and he groaned. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life. My inner walls clenched around that single digit.
“You’re so tight, Natalia,” he said softly. He pushed inside me a bit deeper, and I bit back a gasp. He paused when he reached my virgin barrier for a moment, before he slowly pumped that single digit in and out of me.
It felt so impossibly good.
“This is going to hurt, Natalia, but I’m going to take great pleasure in being the first man to properly fuck this little pussy,” he warned, and I moaned as he taunted me with that finger. He used the pad of another finger to tease my clit before he pulled them free and replaced them with the heated velvet that was his cock.
He didn’t enter me right away like I expected him to. Instead, he glided that big cock against the soaked wetness of my pussy. He slid his thick length along all of me until it teased my clit and I sucked in a gasp of pleasure at how delicious it felt.
I shouldn’t want this. I should want to kill him for what he did. I shouldn’t want him to fill me with his cock.
“You needed to be punished, didn’t you, little girl?” he murmured, and I shuddered hard knowing that he was going to take me very soon. His words distracted me from the thoughts in my head and his lingering touch turned my focus back to the pulsing bundle of nerves between my legs.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.
“You were such a good little girl when you rode my cock that I’ve decided to fuck this pretty pussy instead of this shy bottom hole of yours,” he continued, and I tensed at the thought of him using me in such a filthy manner.
“You wouldn’t,” I answered, curiously horrified at the image of him sliding into my most shameful of places. I pushed my hands against the bed in an attempt to get away, too ashamed to handle the way my body was constantly betraying my mind, but he forced me back down.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
“I would, little girl. I’m going to fuck that naughty little bottom one day when you’ve been a very bad girl,” he replied.
I definitely couldn’t let him do that. I couldn’t bear it.
I’m not sure what came over me in that moment. For some reason, I saw red, and my mouth opened, and the words poured out before I could stop myself. Maybe I just wanted him to fuck me already. Maybe I was overwhelmed with frustration that he hadn’t yet.
Maybe I just needed to come again. Mostly I just needed him to make me.
“Fuck off, you bastard,” I spat, and he stilled behind me. He still didn’t push his cock into me, and I wailed, trying to push back against him.
“You are a treat, Natalia. Your bottom is still bright red and welted from my belt, and still, you fight me. I had planned to be gentle with you for your first time, but I can see that you need so much more than that,” he growled.
I squirmed and that only resulted in the head of his cock pushing against my entrance a bit more firmly. He leaned over me and grasped my wrists. He forced them behind my back, pinning them in place. I fought him, but I lost.
“You’ve lost the privilege of having your hands free, Natalia,” he scolded, and he tied them with the tattered remains of my dress. I struggled against him, but I felt so off balance with his cock poised to impale me. There was nowhere for me to go except backwards.
“Wait,” I pleaded.
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into me purposefully hard.
“Every time you fight me, little human, your arousal only gets stronger. I can smell it,” he observed, and I whined into the bed, fighting against the bonds that held me tight even though I knew it wouldn’t do anything.
“Please,” I whimpered, and he slapped my right cheek hard.
“It’s time for the rest of your punishment to begin,” he vowed and with a hard jerk, he forced himself inside me.
He was massive. I was terrified of splitting in two as he shoved the head of his big cock inside me.
I keened in pain as my insides twisted open. My pussy gripped tightly at him as he pulled back and slammed himself into me once more, breaking through my virgin barrier with one hard brutal stroke. For a moment, I panicked, and he stilled, just allowing me to get used to the feeling of him inside me. He was so big. My body wasn’t built to take such a massive cock.
He was going to break me open. There was no way I could take this.
I cried out and his hand glided up my shoulder to the back of my neck. His thumb circled there, and I tried to focus on the feeling of that rather than the painful ache of the taking of my virginity and of his far too massive cock.
Eventually, though, that vicious bite began to fade. As more time passed, it was replaced with something else, an edgy neediness that left me wanting more.
As if he could read my mind, he started to move. He began slowly, purposefully fucking me so that I could feel how very big he was. He pistoned every inch in and out of me with growing force and I soon wondered if the ache from him would ever really fade.
Soon enough, I realized it wouldn’t. He was far too big for that.
I felt so impossibly stretched by his thick girth. I tried to spread my thighs a bit, but that only resulted in him fucking me even more deeply with every beautifully cruel stroke. My hips rolled and unintentionally, I opened myself even further to the vicious savagery of his fucking.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he murmured, and I moaned as a heated flush caressed my cheeks. His words kept my focus centered on him, not letting me forget for even a moment that he was the one who was taking what he wanted.
That he was the one in control.
That he was my first.
My inner walls clutched tight at him and my initial panic of such a painful taking was overcome with a more fiery, primal burn.
I was going to come. My pussy ground against the bed, the blankets caught between my legs. My clit pulsed impossibly hard, and my hips jerked forward. I cried out as I came to a shameful realization. If I ground my hips just right, the sheet rubbed against my clit.
His hand wound around the back of my neck, firmly holding me down as he rode me with wild abandon. I keened, feeling my threshold for orgasm again quickly approaching. It felt faster this time, more reckless and out of control. It made me want it that much more. His fingers drew upward into the hair at the base of my neck, and he fisted it, pulling it hard enough for a fiery flash of pain to radiate across my skull. I cried out and he jerked his hips forward hard.
I broke apart.
I moaned low at first, but it quickly built on itself until I was drowning in the endless chasm of bliss. My core contracted hard several times and my pussy squeezed tight all around him. He roared, and his grip on the back of my scalp grew tighter.
“Naughty girl,” he growled.
“Sir!” I cried out.
“You’ve come twice now for me, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, feeling a fierce blush creep over my cheeks even though he couldn’t see my face.
His other hand settled on my bottom, and I tensed as his thumb rested on the crest of my backside. He petted me there at the base of my spine, but his movements had a threatening air to them that they didn’t have before.
“You’re going to come once more for me, little girl, but this time you’re going to have a finger in your tight little bottom hole to remind you how naughty girls are dealt with,” he warned, and I struggled a bit in his grasp as his thumb descended along the cleft of my ass. He passed my bottom hole, and I chewed my lip nervously as I waited.
His fingertip lingered in my wetness for several moments, swirling and gathering it before he tapped it against my tight virgin hole. I clenched tighter at the feeling of it, and he groaned as my pussy gripped at him too.
“No! Please don’t!” I cried out.
“Is it up to you, little girl?” he asked carefully, and I moaned, knowing what the answer he wanted to hear was. Giving him anything else would probably just make this that much worse.
“No, sir,” I wailed into the blankets, muffling my voice as if it wouldn’t happen if he didn’t hear me say the words.
“You’re going to come for me and I’m going to make sure this naughty little bottom hole is sore when you do,” he said darkly, and without warning he pushed his thick thumb inside me. I screeched, my untried asshole stretching so wide I thought it might tear. I squirmed and wailed as he pushed it even deeper. He didn’t care that it hurt me and with his cock inside me, I could feel him get that much harder.
He liked punishing me like this. It turned him on.
He pistoned his hips and started to fuck me as he pushed that terribly cruel finger even deeper inside my bottom. I couldn’t stop tightening around that digit in my panic, which only caused the stretching burn to flare red hot over and over again.
“If you want this finger out of this tight hole, little girl, you’re going to have to come for me,” he growled. He pounded his cock into me several times and I lost myself in the dizzyingly confusing sensations. On one hand, both my pussy and my asshole stung from his use, but on the other was a building fire inside me that needed to be set free. I could feel it and I wanted it. It felt just out of reach, like a glass of cold water in the middle of an arid desert on the hottest day of the year. I shuddered hard.
His cock was so thick. His finger was so punishingly big in my asshole.
I was so very full.
My clit pulsed heavily with need. My arousal swirled inside me, hot and heavy and tremendously consuming. My bottom burned. My pussy ached. Everything came together, forcing me to be a very well punished little girl who needed to come for the man who’d subdued her.
I cried out, shaking and quivering with every last breath.
“Come for me, little girl. Do I need to put a second finger in this naughty little hole?” he asked, and I teetered back and forth on the edge of orgasm. He pumped his thumb in and out of me and the last thing I thought about before I fell off that cliff was what it would feel like to have his cock fucking me there instead of his finger.
I shuddered so hard that I thought I’d buck him right off, but he continued riding me brutally hard and at that moment, it was exactly what I needed. That single orgasm began with such overwhelming force that I forgot to breathe. My eyes rolled back in my head and a loud moan of panicked fear and extreme arousal burst from my lips.
For several very long seconds, it felt like my soul had left my body. There was nothing other than the overwhelming painful and pleasurable edge of sensation and I lost myself in it. White-hot bliss pulled me back and forth, a tidal wave of fiercely wicked ecstasy that hurt as much as I enjoyed myself. My clit was insanely sensitive, and the sheets rubbed against it in such a way that it forced my orgasm even higher.
My inner walls clutched at his thick length and with every pulse my bottom squeezed around his finger. As I came, I couldn’t forget that it was there, and I was ashamed to realize that only made my release that much harder.
His finger was in my ass, and I liked how it felt.
My mind wandered in the heat of ecstasy, and I saw images of him forcing me over the bed. Of him spreading my bottom cheeks and forcing his cock into my bottom hole. Of how much of it would hurt.
Of how hard it would make me come.
My legs trembled hard. His grip tightened in my hair, and he roared behind me. His movements grew more frantic as he pounded into me. He used my body and I cried out as he jerked several times hard until I felt the hot fire of his cum deep inside me.
My orgasm was still going. It hadn’t ended yet and with every surge of his seed, it deepened until I screamed.
I let go in a way I’d never done before.
I closed my eyes. I shattered and fell apart beneath him. For the third time, I came, and I realized that I couldn’t tell up from down anymore. My legs and fingers had gone numb. Every ounce of sensation was coming from between my legs, and it just kept going and going and when it finally all came to a head, I remembered to breathe.
“Scream for me, little girl. I want to hear it,” he growled, and he pumped hard into me one last time.
I did. I screamed for him and when my release eventually began to fade, I slumped down onto the bed in sheer sensational bliss.
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