Prize: A Rough Sci-Fi Romance

by Sara Fields

  He spanked my nipples much more slowly than he had my backside, taking his time to line of the edge of the strap with the tips of my nipples. He moved with careful precision, each stroke just as terrible as the last.

  By the fifth stroke, I could feel the tears returning. My breasts throbbed and I was terrified to look down, afraid that my nipples had reddened just as much as I felt like my bottom had.

  I begged again. I pleaded for mercy, but the ruthless strap continued to punish my nipples. Nothing I said slowed his punishment and with every subsequent stroke, I could feel myself quickly losing control.

  One tear fell. Then another. And another until I had really started to cry.

  “I want you to remember this moment, little girl, the next time you think about being disobedient with me. I want you to remember how much your bottom burns from your spanking, how much more your nipples hurt from the strap, and how much your little pussy is about to hurt when I finally begin to punish that too,” he said as his fingers slipped between my legs, discovering the drenched folds that were waiting for him.

  “I also want you to remember how very wet this punishment made you, Nina. I want you to think about that when you come for me shortly,” he murmured, and I shuddered with pleasure as his finger rolled over my clit.

  The warmth of the leather pressed against my pussy and he slid it back and forth several times as he teased me with it. His caresses were soft and for a fraction of a second I forgot about my scalded backside and my burning nipples. I forgot about my tears and how cruel that little piece of leather could be.

  I shouldn’t have.

  With a quick flick of his wrist, the strap cracked firmly against my pussy and I was unprepared for the sudden onslaught of pain that radiated out from my core. The sting against my wet flesh was infinitely worse than anywhere else. In that moment, I lost all semblance of control. All I knew was pain and arousal and I couldn’t tell the difference between either one. The strap fell again, and a single sob racked my frame. It wasn’t long until the tears were rolling down my cheeks in abundance.

  “I’m so sorry. I won’t disobey you again,” I pleaded. My voice was ragged with both pain and desire.

  He didn’t answer and simply used his fingers to spread my pussy wide open, revealing my clit to his view.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please don’t.”

  The strap settled against my aching bud and my entire body stilled.

  He wouldn’t. Please, let him decide I had had enough.

  He would.

  He flicked his wrist and the moment that the leather connected with my clit, a wail of agony escaped my lips. The roar of pain was strong at first, even more terrible than I had anticipated, and then it spread into my core, twisting with the fierce pleasure that was trapped inside me.

  I cried even harder. I tried to close my thighs, tried to cover my scorched nipples with my fingers but then I remembered I was bound. Helpless. He could punish me with that wicked little strap for as long as he liked, and I didn’t have a choice about taking a single stroke.

  He lined up the strap with my clit once more and I sobbed. I begged and pleaded for mercy but found not even an ounce of it.

  “One more, little girl. Be strong for me. This one is going to be the hardest of all because I want you to remember what happens when you defy me. If you’re very good and take it for me, I’ll reward you with my cock next,” he said softly.

  I trembled, rolling my hips back and forth just a hair with my nervousness.

  “Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

  The strap cracked down against my pussy, much harder than before and I couldn’t stop fresh tears from rolling down my face. As the agony tore through me, I opened my mouth in a scream, but Vane’s lips dropped to mine and he swallowed my wails of pain.

  He took my pain and claimed it as his in that single soul-devouring kiss.

  I gave it to him. I gave him everything.

  He groaned, the sound low in his throat, and my pussy clenched with excitement. I could hear him unbuckling his belt and I couldn’t contain my desire for him as I felt the heat of him press against me. His cock was hard, an iron shaft promising me infinite pleasure as soon as he forced it inside my body. I’d have spread my legs for him, but I was already bound wide open.

  He made me wait. I hated it when he made me wait and he did it because he knew that.

  I tried to roll my hips. I tried to beg him with my body as his lips stole my cries of need. My pussy burned, simmering agony from the cruel little strap. My nipples felt exceedingly tender and I was glad they weren’t scraping against anything right now. I felt like a very well punished little girl, but I knew my ordeal was far from over.

  He had yet to punish me with his cock.

  He’d promised to fuck my pussy and my mouth. He’d also promised to fuck me somewhere much more shameful too.

  He was going to fuck my ass.

  I squirmed just a little bit, thinking about what it would feel like to take his cock there for the very first time. How it might hurt. How it would feel good. How it would make me wet.

  I was wet just thinking about it now.

  His cock teased at my entrance, finding me soaked for him. He pulled away from our kiss and used his thumb to brush away a stray tear as it rolled down my cheek.

  “You’re going to come for me and you’re going to come hard, little human. By the time I’m through with you, every single one of your holes is going to be sore and used. You’re going to come for me so many times that you’re going to beg me to stop. Then I’m going to make you come for me again, no matter how much you plead, because it’s not up to you, is it, little girl?” he murmured softly, his voice cold and hard next to my ear.

  “No, sir. It’s up to you,” I whispered, shivering with need.

  Slowly, I felt his cock breach my entrance and I keened softly. His shaft was so wide. It hurt as he pressed into me at first. My body struggled to take him, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I could feel the roughly ridged head of his cock graze along my inner walls and I tightened reflexively around him. He rewarded me with a groan, and I did it again, despite the fact that it ignited a fresh wave of soreness as he pushed himself further inside me.

  No matter how many times he fucked me, I could never get used to the size of him. He pushed into me slowly at first and then he snapped his hips hard, forcing the entirety of his cock into me in one single motion. I cried out and my pussy convulsed around him, trying desperately to take him before I had been ready. My core ached with ebbing pain and building pleasure. His hips pressed against the tender flesh of my freshly spanked pussy and I whimpered softly as the sting burned to life once more.

  His fingers explored the lower curve of my breasts and I sucked in a breath. I feared that he would torture my nipples next.

  And he did.

  He gripped them with his rough fingertips, pinching them gently before twisting them hard again and again. My nipples burned hotly, and the air rushed out of my lungs. It hurt a lot. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes even as my pussy tightened around his length. I hated it. I adored it.

  I wanted so much more.

  The projections at the base of his cock chose that moment to spring to life. They gyrated against my clit and I arched my head back, unable to cope with his thick girth between my legs as well as the sensations he was forcing through my body. I was hot. Needy. Desperate.

  His hips began to move.

  Back and forth. Hard and fast. Rough.

  It hurt. But I wanted it to, just like he did.

  He pistoned his pelvis back and forth and the tendrils at the base of his cock lengthened and tickled at my clit, teasing me relentlessly closer and closer to orgasm. His cock drove in and out of my pussy, each stroke long and harder than the last. I could feel my core twisting in on itself with pleasure. With pain. With everything,

  The first scream of pleasure tore from my throat. Followed by another. And another. Soon, I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t
have been able to keep myself silent even if I had tried. I knew everyone could hear me outside, but I no longer cared.

  It was me and Vane in that moment. Just the two of us.

  Him fucking me like I needed to be fucked.

  I could feel him release the bonds that held my wrists captive. Once they were freed, I wrapped my arms around his neck. After that, he unbuckled the ones holding my thighs wide open. Once they fell away from my skin, his arms wrapped around my body and lifted me up off the chair.

  He slammed me back down onto the bed, his cock never leaving its home inside me. His body on top of mine, I moaned, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh surrounding me. He gripped my hip, pressing his thumbs into the bones of my pelvis, and used me as leverage to fuck my body harder than before. His skin slapped against my pussy, spanking it hard and reigniting the marks from the strap, again and again as I cried out.

  The protrusions gyrated harder against my clit and I could feel myself losing control.

  “I need to come,” I begged.

  “Not yet. You will wait until you’re given permission unless you want to feel the strap on that naughty little pussy again, Nina,” he warned, and a thrill of pleasure raced down my spine. My clit throbbed with need and my nipples pebbled into tight little peaks in the chill air of the dungeon.

  I was so incredibly hot. I felt like my blood was boiling beneath my skin.

  He fucked me even harder than before and I cried out with pleasure.

  “Please let me come on your cock, sir,” I pleaded this time. I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to hold off. I didn’t want to be disobedient, but he felt so fucking good that I didn’t know how much more I could take before my orgasm reigned over me.

  I needed to come. Badly.

  “Please,” I begged. I murmured that single word over and over again, hoping for mercy and praying for release. I could feel the tight little ball of pleasure building up deep in my core and once it broke free, I knew there would be no coming back.

  He’d make me come. Again. And again. And again.

  Until there was nothing left.

  I couldn’t wait.

  He growled in my ear and my pussy clenched down hard.

  “Come for me, Nina. Come hard,” he snarled, and my world imploded in on itself.

  My orgasm broke me harder than I’d ever felt before. I screamed until my throat felt raw. I arched my back and pressed my breasts up against his chest, feeling the tender tips scrape against his hard flesh. It hurt but that only made me come harder.

  His cock pistoned in and out of my pussy, the projections gyrating and taunting the lips of my pussy before they focused solely on my clit. The soft pets and taunting feelers teased me higher and higher into the world of bliss and I lost myself in ecstasy, utterly and completely.

  I shattered like I never had before, his skin against mine. His flesh pounding into me, over and over, driving me wild with need. I felt my legs tremble. My thighs quivered from the power of the pleasure racing through me. My arms still wound around his neck and my fingers dug into his back, holding on for dear life as he took complete control.

  My pussy convulsed around his cock and he groaned, the sound low and decadent to my ears. When that first orgasm finally faded, I drew in a shaky breath and opened my eyes to look back at him. His gaze was dark. Ravenous for me.

  I liked that.

  “Good girl. You came very hard for me. You’re going to come that way for me again, aren’t you?” he murmured, and I moaned with pleasure.

  “Yes, sir,” I whimpered, and his hips slapped hard against my own.

  “Where is your place, little girl?” he asked, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

  “Underneath you, sir,” I answered breathlessly.

  “You place is beneath me, little girl. Naked. Wet. Marked. By my side. You’re mine and you will only ever be mine, isn’t that right,” he pressed.

  “I’m yours, sir,” I whispered, looking up into his eyes.

  “Good. Now you’re going to come for me again. Harder than the last,” he demanded.

  My pussy clenched down hard with arousal.

  He leaned backwards on his knees and lifted my hips up into the air while he fucked me. I felt him more deeply than ever, his thick cock ravaging my little pussy for everything it was worth. The protrusions on his cock tortured my clit, forcing another orgasm to the surface despite that fact that I had just come harder than I ever had in my life. They teased and gyrated against that sensitive bud until I could feel my pleasure building once again.

  Fuck.

  I couldn’t take it.

  I needed him.

  I was going to come.

  I lost all rational thought.

  I started to scream, and I felt like I was falling, drowning in an endless black void of bliss that threatened to consume me. I came once and then twice, harder than before. I came all for him. I shattered as he conquered me with his cock, claiming me once and for all as his in the most primal way imaginable.

  I trembled and quivered beneath him. I moaned. I wailed but none of it mattered as he fucked me roughly, forcing me to come again and again all over his cock. I came so many times that I wondered if I would ever be able to again.

  But I knew I would because I didn’t have a choice.

  My skin burned with ecstasy, sizzling hot with every single pulse of pleasure that raced through my body. My heart pounded in my chest so hard that I was fearful that it might burst right out of me. I couldn’t think. I could hardly breathe.

  All I could do was feel.

  It had started with pain and now it was ending with pleasure.

  His grip on my hip hardened and he fucked me even more roughly. My pussy was sore. My legs were sore. Everything hurt but none of that mattered. He was going to use me as hard as he pleased, and I was going to take it all.

  Every. Last. Inch.

  Electricity buzzed to the very tips of my fingers and down to the very bottoms of my feet. Pain and pleasure mixed into one, an intoxicating treat that left me inebriated with ecstasy that was far more powerful than I had ever known.

  He made me come again. And again, until I feared I couldn’t take any more. He made me come so many times that it started to hurt. Every muscle in my body quivered with unending bliss. Every nerve felt ravaged from the pleasure he’d forced on me over and over.

  “You’ve been such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice rough with his own desire.

  “Please, sir,” I begged, unsure if I was begging him to stop or if I was pleading with him for more. Everything was awash with sensation and I didn’t know how much more I could take.

  But it wasn’t up to me.

  I knew that.

  And so did he.

  The base of his cock expanded, locking him deep inside me and I keened as it stretched my sore pussy wider than before. He made me take it all and I succumbed to the thick girth of his cock because that was what he expected of me.

  I felt the hot spurt of his seed deep in my pussy, searing heat that marked me as his from the inside out. I screamed and I came again, my pussy clenching around him and wrenching every last drop of his cum out of him that I could. He groaned and I shattered around him, taking all that he had to give me and more. For several long minutes, I could feel the heat of his cum inside me as his knot tied us together as one until it finally came down enough for him to pull free of me.

  I sighed breathlessly in relief as the remains of his seed and my own wetness dripped down my thighs. The sound of my beating heart was as loud as a drum. I stared up at him, feeling the full soreness of my entrance now that my body was empty. His gaze was expectant, and I came to the realization that my punishment wasn’t over yet. I had the sudden feeling that there was going to be much additional pain and pleasure in the very near future for me. All for me.

  He grinned.

  My stomach flipped nervously inside me.

  He grabbed the pillow off the cot and tossed it on t
he floor next to the bed.

  “On your knees. You’re going to clean off my cock since you’ve left it so dirty, little girl,” he growled. I shivered, unable to keep my arousal from surfacing once more. I didn’t understand it, but it was no longer important.

  I obeyed.

  I pushed myself up on shaking limbs, trying my best not to fall over and he gripped my forearm gently to help me climb off the bed. His touch was soft but steady and exactly what I needed in that moment. It was comforting.

  “Thank you,” I whispered as I carefully lowered myself to the floor. One knee and then the other until I turned my head up to look at his face and the monster that was his cock. It was already hard again, even though he’d come once already. I licked my lips, unable to keep myself from imagining the sweet and salty taste of his masculinity. I didn’t wait for him to tell me to begin because I knew that he expected me to. At first, I moved a bit hesitantly, using my hand to steady myself on his thigh.

  I could feel the slickness of our combined fluids dripping down my legs. It felt so dirty and wrong and utterly filthy, but I didn’t care. Between the two of us, everything was as it was meant to be. I was meant to be Vane’s and he was meant to be mine.

  I felt myself growing aroused once more.

  I opened my mouth and tentatively pushed my tongue in between my lips, dragging it along his length from the base of his cock all the way to the ridge surrounding the head. His skin was a silky-smooth texture and I leaned in more boldly, putting more confidence into my movements as I went on.

  I was rewarded with his soft groan of pleasure.

  Next, I opened my mouth wider and pressed my lips around the head of his cock. He allowed my tentativeness for several more moments while I worked my mouth up and down his length. I took him deeper into my throat until he decided to take back control, once and for all.

  “Such a pretty little human with my cock deep in her mouth,” he said firmly, and I gasped as his fingers dove into the back of my head, curling tight into my scalp. He wrenched my head back by my hair and I cried out around his cock, the sound muffled shamefully by his thick girth. He pushed his length in deeper than I had taken him, and I gagged for a moment until I forced myself to calm for him.