“Oh my,” he made a light tsking noise as his fingers stroked over the soaked crotch of her thong, and he pushed the scrap of fabric to the side, eliciting a muffled groan from her. “What do we have here?” he ran the tip of his index finger through her slick, clean-shaven labia, teasing around her hot entrance and then sliding down to stroke over her swollen clit.
“How strange that, for all your protests beforehand, once I’ve tied you up and gagged your overly-active mouth, your pussy just drips and aches for me. God Anne, you’re so turned on by what I do to you that I have to forbid you from cumming when I start fucking you,” as he spoke he continued to stroke the tip of his finger through her labia, tracing her tight entrance before slowing sliding into her pussy up to the second knuckle.
The tip of his finger was just large enough for her to feel it and for her pussy to throb and clench delightfully around his digit, but nowhere near enough to stretch her satisfactorily and her groans of frustration were stifled by the gag in her mouth. Intensely aroused by the sight of her tight, pink pussy, slick with her juices and concealed by her swollen labia, he continued to tease and stroke her, stretching her tight pink opening.
Then, quite abruptly, he stood and stepped back, looking down at her smooth, exposed rear in the low light. His cock was confined tightly within his pants, and though he’d remained fully clothed, he’d released the cufflinks on his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Anne could barely see him with her neck craned to the side, but she recognized at once the sensation of his leather cat of nine tails as he trailed it over her skin.
Anne stiffened at once, making an effort to shake her head, but her protests were ignored as Charles laughed lightly, continuing to trail the thin leather tongs over her bare ass and thighs. Of all the tools in his arsenal of kinkiness, his cat of nine tails easily ranked among her least favorite, and she was instantly reminded of the last time he’d used it on her. He’d beaten her severely enough with the whip that she’d finally called time on their relationship.
“Relax, my love,” Charles leaned over her back. Unsnapping her corselet from behind, he opened the fabric, his free hand skimming lightly over her bare skin, directly up the column of her spine from the curve of her ass to the base of her skull and back again. Her apprehension was palpable, he could practically taste it, and his blood roared through his veins in excitement, his heartbeat swift and his cock throbbing tremendously.
“Your punishment won’t last long,” he promised her, brushing the hair away from her neck as his mouth descended on the back of her throat. As his teeth moved toward her ear, his hot breath stirring her hair, he continued, “I promised not to hurt you badly again,” he wasn’t going to give her any reason to run away again, “you can trust me.”
‘Like I have a choice,’ she groaned around the ball gag, simultaneously incredibly aroused and now anxious as Charles withdrew and she felt the leather strands of the cat stroking over her skin again. Then, with a skillful twist and flick of his wrist, Charles landed the first blow on her sensitive skin and in an instant stinging pain blossomed across her buttocks.
Her lover was true to his word, and though the blows stung, especially over the marks of last night’s switching, Anne was relieved and aroused to find that the searing pain she associated with the cat was apparently an optional element. When her thighs and ass were glowing red from his blows, and the fluids of her exposed pussy were dripping down the inside of her thighs, Charles finally set the cat aside on the bed.
“You are forbidden from orgasming until I tell you to, Anne,” he warned her, trailing one hand over her buttock while he unbuckled and unzipped his pants with the other. Reaching down to grip her by the hair, he freed his cock and took hold of it tightly, stroking his shaft several times as he teased her tight opening with the head of his prick.
“I’d have you tell me how much you want this,” he groaned lowly in satisfaction as he began to penetrate her core, sliding steadily into her slick, hot channel, “but you’re delightfully mute tonight, so I suppose it’s a moot point.”
The sensation of his shaft delving steadily deeper inside her, and stretching her tight opening as he sought to lodge himself balls deep, mingled with the stinging pain from her ass and thighs, blending together into a delicious, hot desire. Everywhere he touched, she felt hypersensitive to him, his hands noticeably cooler as he caressed her heated skin, a mixture of gentleness amidst light smacks and the tight squeeze of his grip on her hips.
“I’ve been lenient with you,” he groaned and swore softly, withdrawing the length of his shaft before plunging into her again, “but if you persist in disobeying me,” he smacked her sharply on the ass, causing her thighs and pussy to clench even harder around him, “I will take care to punish you more appropriately for your transgressions.”
As he spoke to her, continuing to slide rhythmically within her pliant, willing body, Charles gripped her reddened ass firmly with both hands, squeezing the gorgeous globes of flesh and spreading her buttocks apart to better reveal their coupling to him.
“Perhaps a good pounding of your ass would teach you a lesson, hm?” he felt his cock throb with excitement at the thought, but continued to fuck her slick pussy, “it’s been a while since your master plowed you up the ass. Would that serve to drive home my point?” He accentuated his statement with several hard thrusts before shoving his cock as deep as possible and holding her still, impaled upon him, twitching and throbbing with desire.
Feeling himself close to orgasming, Charles withdrew from her then, stepping back to control the mad throbbing of his shaft as his self-control teetered on the edge. Resisting the urge to stroke himself off, his eyes roved over her exposed body, her pussy dripping and revealed, waiting for him to finish what he’d started, and her buttocks shapely and reddened by his blows.
Stripping his clothes off swiftly, he strode around to the side of the bed and positioned himself to kneel in front of Anne. His cock was still turgid and throbbing, jutting up in the air as he knelt before his lover and unbuckled the ball gag, ordering her, “spit it out my little harlot.”
Anne’s jaw ached slightly from the gag, and she was relieved that it was gone, taking the opportunity to moan plaintively, “Ooh, Charles you wretched tease; I’m so close.”
“Silence,” he ordered her, his voice low and heavy with arousal. Seizing hold of her head by the hair, he lifted her mouth to his cock and pressed the swollen head against her lips, “Open your mouth and service my cock, Anne. Take your time.”
Despite the soreness of her jaws, she opened her mouth obediently and the tip of her tongue darted out, laving the head of his cock and eliciting a groan of desire from him. With nearly wild abandon, Charles held her fast by the hair, sliding his cock into the hot, eager confines of her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Anne gagged slightly at first, then relaxed her throat and began taking nearly his whole shaft.
“Oh yes,” he groaned as his hips bucked and he felt his balls hitting her chin with each thrust, “swallow me when I cum, Anne, don’t spill a fucking drop.”
It didn’t take long, the sensation of her tongue dancing along his cock and swirling expertly over the head of his shaft each time he withdrew quickly pushing him over the top. Feeling his cock swell and throb, impossibly hard as he approached his peak, Anne felt a rush of renewed arousal coursing through her. Her clit was swollen, throbbing madly, in need of only the barest friction and her master’s permission in order to set her over the edge as well.
Then Charles began swearing and groaning softly, his hips jerking erratically, and Anne felt his shaft explode amidst a cry of obscenities, his hot seed filling her mouth and rushing down her throat. Automatically, she swallowed and continued to swallow until his shaft had been milked dry, but he remained hard and after a moment he pulled away from her.
Moving swiftly back to his position behind her, he gripped her bound wrists with one hand and his shaft with the other, sliding his still-hard cock
back into her slick pussy in one thrust. Anne cried out with pleasure as he filled her, the base of his cock stretching her deliciously tight, and Charles immediately set a furious pace, fucking her hard and fast.
“You like that?” his tone was low, nearly aggressive as he pounded her, moving so fast his testicles slapped audibly against her clit, “of course you fucking do, you’re getting stuffed with your master’s cock and loving every second of it.”
“Oh god, Charles!” she cried out with desire as he continued his harsh pace, unrelenting in his thrusts, “You’re gonna make me cum, oh please let me cum…”
His grip on her tightened and her thighs began trembling uncontrollably, her muscles shaking with a mixture of exhaustion and tension, tight with unreleased desire. “You want to cum?” he stopped suddenly, burying himself deeply inside her and holding still. “What was that you said?” he teased her, beginning to move excruciatingly slowly, “You’re going to cum? Right here, impaled balls-deep on my prick?”
Pulling her back so that she was practically on her knees on the edge of the bed, he began stroking into her long and steady, lowering his head to lick and kiss the side of her neck and shoulder. When his teeth came to her ear, he murmured to her, “Come apart for me, Anne; let your pussy explode around my cock.”
She hardly needed any prompting, especially when Charles forced her down over the bed again, resuming the hard and fast pace. Anne’s orgasm came over her within seconds, crashing over her with such intensity that she let out a long cry of passion, her thighs trembling and shaking uncontrollably as her pussy convulsed strongly around his cock. Feeling her throbbing around his shaft, Charles groaned and collapsed over her back, remaining buried as deeply within her as possible as she pulsed and throbbed, his cock finally beginning to soften.
“Mm, as nice as this is, you’re squashing me,” her words came out breathlessly, “you’re squashing me, Charles. I can…barely breathe!”
Her lover only laughed, a low rumble in his chest, before lifting himself off of her and withdrawing with a groan from her slick channel. Taking a moment to free her wrists and release the bonds securing her legs, he peeled her thong off as well, leaving her stockings and heels.
“You’d better be careful,” his dark eyes flitted over her as she lay on the bed, exhausted. Anne only laughed, smiling warmly at her lover as she asked, “Run me a bubble bath?”
He nodded, leaning down to kiss her on the lips, “Anything for you, my love.”
As she gazed over him, Charles could sense that Anne was falling in love with him. It would not be long before he could take the next step to fully possess her. In time, he knew he would be able to fulfill his evil purpose.
But now was not the time to think about that. He needed to prepare.
Bound to be Punished Books by S.P. Miller:
Bound to be Punished: Part I
http://boundtobepunished.com/part1
When innocent college graduate Anne flees to sunny Los Angeles, she was expecting to escape an out-of-control relationship. She ran away to put the past behind her, to forget about the man who needed to have everything and pushed her too far.
During a night that was supposed to help her forget about her former flame, Anne discovers that you can never truly escape the past. Charles Donahue, her mysterious, charming ex-boyfriend, shows up when she least expects it...and when she is completely unprepared to deal with the consequences of her actions.
Finally holding the key to unleash his darkest desires, Charles begins the process of completely possessing Anne...and punishing her for her indiscretions. Read Part I now.
Bound to be Punished: Part II
http://boundtobepunished.com/part2
After discovering his ex-flame Anne during a business trip to Los Angeles, Charles Donahue sets a dark plan in motion to enslave her. She had made the mistake of leaving him...and he was going to make sure that she never thought about doing it again.
Anne, naive and innocent, slowly allows Charles to take her back. Waking up beside him the next morning, Anne is eager to find out what the day holds for her.
She could have never guessed what Charles has in store. Read Part II now.
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