“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I growl, although my cock is already growing hard. “And didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”
“You did. I just… I just want more.”
I know what she needs. The release that only allowing herself pain can provide. The sublime acceptance of submission that will break the dam of emotions inside.
I direct the voice-activated lights to turn up slightly, just to cut the pitch blackness of the room. I want to be able to see everything. Standing next to the bed, I turn to Ivy.
“Get up,” I say, my voice stern. “Kneel in front of me.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, remembering the phrase I instructed her to use. She obeys, her lithe body crawling off the bed. She’s still naked, her skin so fair she’s almost ephemeral in the dim glimmer the bulbs above the bed cast down on her. Almost imperceptibly, she shivers, whether in cold or fear or anticipation I can’t be certain.
All I know is that I’m rock hard right now, looking down at her as she gazes up at me, her big eyes filled with curiosity and desire and, I see, submission. She wants this as much as I do. Her breasts are so perfect and round, nipples rising taut and pink, and I reach down and gently roll her right one between my thumb and middle finger.
She moans lightly, already aroused by my hands. And I’m only getting started. Just as her head falls back slightly in pleasure, I pinch, hard. She jolts upright, her hands grasping my wrist in an attempt to stop me.
“What are you doing, Ivy?” I loosen the grip on her nipple, but not completely.
“It hurts, Axel.” Eyes wide with fear, she meets my gaze.
“Hands at your sides.”
With a deep breath, she removes her hands from my wrist and lets her arms drop down.
“Good girl,” I tell her, pinching harder again.
“No! Please!” she cries out, her hands flying up again.
“Oh, Ivy,” I admonish her as she removes her hands, immediately realizing her mistake. “Now you’re going to find out what disobeying me means.” I sit on the edge of the bed, naked still from sleep, my cock rising up, throbbing in desire for her. But I won’t take her. Not like that. Not yet. First, I will punish her.
“Over my lap,” I say.
She stands, her head hanging, looking at the floor as she slowly steps toward me and arranges herself over my lap.
I grow even harder, my cock straining up against the bare flesh of her lower stomach, and I caress her beautiful, soft skin. Her lower back, just before it curves up into her ass, is exquisite, and my fingers linger there before trailing down, gently. And then I roughly slide my hand between her legs, separating her thighs.
She gasps but doesn’t fight me, and the scent of her arousal feels like a drug, slowly making its way through my veins, every cell inside me coming alive.
She’s wet. Part of me wants to throw her onto the bed and slam inside her, to fuck her harder than I did last night. But for this, I want to take my time. I want to give her what she needs.
I begin lightly, to warm her up, my hand landing on her bare ass with a slow pace. She wriggles on my lap, her skin warm against my dripping cock. I know it doesn’t hurt her yet, not much, at least. But it will. Sometimes I enjoy the gradual build-up of pain for my subs more than a quick, breath-stealing onslaught.
Her arms are on the bed, hands outspread on either side of her head, and I watch her fingers twitch, watch her grip the comforter as the spanking continues, the intensity building up. The subtle signs of her internal struggle drive me mad; I love watching her trying to control herself. Eventually she’ll fail.
After a few minutes she raises her head slightly and lets out a moan, the sound a delightful mixture of desire and protest, and I know the spanking is beginning to hurt, really hurt. I don’t stop, my hand landing over and over again on her soft skin, already red from my ministrations.
I want to slip my fingers between her legs so I can feel her wet core, want her slick juices on my fingers, but I will wait. There’s plenty of time for that.
“You took that very well,” I say, stopping finally. “Are you ready to be more obedient?”
“Yes, sir,” she sighs.
“Good. Stand up again,” I order. She does, and I, too, get off the bed. “On your knees.”
She obeys, her eyes wide as they meet mine. Without a word, I grasp my straining cock in one hand and guide it to her mouth. She licks it tenderly, but that’s not what I want. I place my other hand on the back of her head and pull her toward me harshly, shoving my cock into her mouth.
She grunts in shock, then relaxes to accommodate the intrusion, her eyes watering. I know this is a lot for her, probably too much, but I’m going to give it to her. For a few moments, I let her find a rhythm, her right hand working the base of my cock while her mouth and tongue take the tip, but I’m growing impatient. The wet warmth of her mouth is sublime, and I need more.
With both hands on her head, I force her to take me faster and harder, fucking her mouth until she chokes and gags, and I let her take a breath. Tears stream from her eyes and saliva runs down her chin. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Again,” I say after she’s had a few seconds to breathe. I grip handfuls of her hair and once more force my cock deep into her throat, again and again, until I see she can’t take it and I give her another break.
Coughing, she swipes her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Good girl,” I say. “You’re being such a good girl, trying to take all of my cock like that.”
She nods, her eyes trained on mine as she grips the base of my cock in her fist and slowly, so fucking slowly I could die, swirls her tongue around the head before sucking it into her mouth. This time I let her set the pace as she strokes me, her mouth and tongue following the rhythm of her hand.
I want to fucking come like this, but there’s more I want to do, and I don’t want to end it yet.
“Bend over the edge of the bed,” I tell her. “And don’t move.”
Without question she does, and I head to my dresser, where I select a large plug. When I turn back to her, I see she’s watching me, staring at the plug with a combination of curiosity and fear.
“I told you not to move, Ivy.” My voice is low.
“I didn’t! I was just looking…”
“Don’t move means do not move.” I head back to the dresser, this time getting a silk blindfold. “Now I won’t allow you to see what I’m doing, Ivy. You’ll have to anticipate. You won’t know.”
“Oh, I don’t…” she begins.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion.” My voice is low but very, very firm. I approach the bed, placing the plug next to her and fitting the blindfold over her eyes. She makes a slight protesting moan, but accepts her predicament otherwise.
“Now,” I say. “I’m going to put this plug in your ass. But I need something first. Spread your legs.” My fingers travel between her thighs, touching her pussy, which I knew would be undeniably wet. “Your own juices will be the lube for the plug,” I tell her, then shove two fingers deep inside her.
“Ah,” she moans, a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
For a few moments, I fuck her with my fingers, her walls contracting as I gather her juices. She’s soaking wet.
I bring my fingers to the tight bud of her ass and lubricate her tiny hole, then place the tip of the plug against her.
“No,” she murmurs as I insert just the tip into her.
“Relax,” I remind her. “It will hurt more if you don’t.”
“Ohhhh,” she mutters in dismay as I push more, the plug beginning to spread her opening an uncomfortable width.
“There’s still quite a bit more to go.” I enjoy being calm while she’s struggling.
“No, please,” she whimpers.
In response, I shove the plug in farther, and she cries out at the intrusion, contracting around the silicone device.
I smack her ass hard, a reminder that she’s not in control, not here, not now. “It’s going all the way in now, Ivy,” I whisper into her ear. “Are you ready?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Yes,” I insist and quickly pull the plug out just slightly before twisting it as I push it deep inside her, all the way in, the flanged base settling against her cheeks.
“No, it hurts!” she cries. “Please, Axel, it hurts.”
“Take a deep breath, Ivy,” I instruct. “It’s not coming out. Not yet. You said you wanted pain. I will deliver pain.”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is small.
What she doesn’t know is that the plug can vibrate, controlled by an app on my phone. When I turn it on, she jumps at the sensation, but says nothing. Only a guttural moan lets me know the feeling is a lot for her to take.
“Now get all the way on the bed and lie on your back.”
She does, slowly, the loss of her sense of vision disorienting her a bit, I’m sure. From the dresser I get leather cuffs for both her ankles and wrists, lined with fur so they’ll be soft against her skin. They’re attached to chains that I can secure to the metal loops on the base of my bed, there for this specific purpose.
I take my time binding her, and she’s compliant, allowing me to restrain her so she’s spread wide, arms and legs outstretched, the plug buzzing in her ass the entire time.
I grab a crop from the dresser and, once I return to the bed, begin to stroke the leather over her skin. Her body shudders as I move it along her stomach and swirl it across her nipples. It travels back down again, and I gently tap it against her clit.
“Oh, god,” she moans.
I reach down and touch her clit with my fingers, finding it swollen. Hard. She’d come so fast if I let her. But it’s not quite time for that.
I tap her clit again with the crop, gently, then slap her pussy with it.
She hisses in response, her body trying to curl up in protection but unable to because she’s restrained.
I do it again, watching her struggle against the restraints.
A third strike, this time harder, and she cries out in pain, though there’s more than a hint of pleasure in her distress, and I see her trying to resist wriggling, the vibration in her ass no doubt feeling good, much better than she anticipated it would, while still keeping her uncomfortably spread.
Twice more I spank her pussy, and twice more she offers a muted scream. I stop then, retrieving from my dresser a high-powered vibrator.
Her body pauses when I turn it on, the loud humming most likely piquing her curiosity, but she can’t see with the blindfold. I bring it closer to her, then touch it to her right thigh. She jumps slightly. I touch her other thigh with it.
She sighs in anticipation, and I don’t make her wait. I bring it between her legs, holding it against her clit.
“Oh, god,” she whispers. The plug is still vibrating deep in her ass, and now I’m holding a vibrator to her clit.
I see her body relax as she accepts the pleasure. What she doesn’t know yet is that it will be too much. What she doesn’t know is that sometimes pleasure can turn into pain.
It’s less than a minute before she comes, the orgasm overtaking her probably much faster than she thought it would, much faster than she’s ever had it happen.
Gasping for breath, she laughs in pleasure, a pure sound of delight. I continue to press the vibrator against her clit, past the point where I know it’s comfortable, her body now sensitive after such a huge orgasm.
“Axel, stop. Please,” she murmurs. “That was so good, but I can’t…”
“You will.”
“No!” She realizes what I’m doing, that I plan to keep the vibrator there, even as her body has become too sensitive for the sensation. “I can’t. Please.”
“Take it, Ivy.”
I’ve done this to women before, know this is a torture unlike any other, equally exquisite and painful.
She begs me to stop, tears escaping the bottom of the blindfold and running down her cheeks as her body wriggles, trying to get away from the vibrator I’m pressing against her most delicate area.
But I’m relentless, and I don’t allow her to escape. She alternates between cries of “No!” and grunts of pain and laughs of pleasure, and I know it’s coming soon. Her mouth opens in disbelief, and as another orgasm, completely forced, tears through her body she screams, so loud that if I lived in a normal apartment, with normal walls and no soundproofing, I’m positive someone would call the authorities. It’s a mixture of the utmost pain and the utmost pleasure, both at the very same time.
Jerking on the bed and pulling against the restraints, tears stream from her eyes as her body jolts a few more times. Finally, I remove the vibrator and turn it off. The one in her ass continues to buzz. Deftly I untie her ankles and wrists, turn her over, and remove the plug.
She’s unable to speak, unable to move, her body still quivering from the intense experience. I remove her blindfold to see her eyes squeezed shut, lashes wet from crying.
Gently, I kiss each eye, then position myself above her so my cock is at the entrance to her pussy. But this time when I fuck her, it’s slow. Leisurely. I allow her to come down before driving her into ecstasy again.