Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica

by Jolynn Raymond

  Beth felt the waves of desire roar through him. Felt the indecision, the instinctual need to wound, the need for blood, and it was coupled by the desire in her own soul rising up from the thrusting of his fingers into her core. She did fear him at times like these, and the fear of his barely controlled inner demons made the adrenaline pump through her, heightening her need.

  Oh that hand, those fingers, they were working magic and making her weak. The sound of them squelching and thrusting, the feel of them plunging in and out was making her dizzy and she abandoned everything to him in that second.

  James felt her let go, felt her cross over, and gave her just a hint more pleasure for her gift to him, then roughly thrust her away, shoving her to the cold floor, growling, snarling, glaring at her, before pulling himself together.

  "Never, ever, talk back to me again, whore. I won't tolerate your disrespect. All rules are off now, my little bitch, I shall use what I want, in whatever capacity I want, for as long as I feel it is necessary. On your feet now."

  Beth rose slowly, her breast aching painfully, her pussy on fire. Needy, wet, burning from his touch. She gazed at him briefly, not in defiance, but so he could see the submission in her eyes; then looked down, standing with her hands behind her neck and her legs parted, baring all of herself to him.

  "Good girl." James picked up the discarded crop and teased her nipples a bit more. Small stinging strikes meant to make them hard as pebbles and oh so sore, then he put it aside and went to the bed, picking up the hated clamps.

  He chose the kind that he could screw on and tighten to his liking, and she had to stifle a groan. They were better than the clover clamps, those things were sheer agony, but not by much.

  He came to her and cupped one breast gently, then leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth and laved the burning bud with his tongue. "Such a sweet little morsel. Ripe for the eating. Shall I suck it or bite it pet?"

  To her relief he chose to suckle it, soothing one then the other, and Beth sighed at the sensation, wanting to lean into him, wanting more, seeking the relief only he could give her as he went from breast to breast, but in far too short a time it was over.

  He'd backed away and held up the clamps, then cupped her breasts one at a time as he affixed the hated devices. Beth winced, drawing in a sharp breath as he tightened one clamp with a practiced twist of his fingers.

  "Breathe through it, baby. Breathe through the pain for me." She did what he said, panting, fighting to get to the place where the agony would meld into pleasure.

  "That's a good girl." He did the same to the other nipple, bringing tears to her eyes as he tightened the clamp cruelly, then smirked as he stood back and flicked each clamp with his fingers, making them jump on her nipples and pulling a cry from deep within her. Finally satisfied, he moved to the other side of the room, ignoring her for a minute, leaving her wondering in her agony what would come next.

  "Clean up those toys we aren't going to use. We're gonna need the bed soon." At the look of desire and hope in her eyes he laughed. Not a good-humored one that came from deep inside, but an evil one that spoke of things better not asked about.

  "No baby, I'm not ready to fuck you yet. Not even close. I just need to lay you out so I can begin to punish every inch of you. Now get over there and clean off the bed."

  Beth did as she was told, grimacing inside over the pain any movement caused her tortured nipples. She couldn't imagine how they would feel if he left the damn things on her as he walloped her ass, and she didn't want to find out. God she wished she could loosen them somehow without him knowing, but that was a chance she wasn't willing to take. Defiance would be insanity.

  She quickly picked up the left over items and put them back into the chest, then turned and stood, waiting for her next instruction.

  "You look luscious, Beth. Very delightful, so pretty and so very submissive. And you know what the best part of it is?”

  Beth shook her head, then quickly said, “No Sir.” At the look of fury in his eyes put there by her lack of response.

  “You’re all mine. I own every inch of you. Is the oil heating you up all over?"

  Boy was it ever. She could feel it on her clit, on her belly and thighs, and especially deep in her ass. He'd done a very thorough job of it when he'd massaged it in.

  "Yes, Sir."

  “That's good. Just right to heat you up. It's what my little whore deserves. I like to watch you squirm. Bend over the bed, Beth, legs spread wide, hands out to support yourself."

  She turned at once, feeling the trickle of her juices flow down her thighs in response to his order. She took her stance and felt him come up behind her, felt his cool hand on her ass cheek, felt him grind his leather clad cock into her ass, then lean over her back, pressing his body upon her, mouth at her ear.

  "I'm going to fuck you so long and so hard that your eyes cross, Beth. Pound you till your legs give out. No matter how you try to be strong, it won’t be enough to hold you up in compare to my thrusting cock. You're gonna to fall to your knees on the floor like the little bitch you are, and do you know what I'm going to do when that happens, pet?"

  Beth's lips were parted in silent cry. Her eyes closed, every nerve singing, every muscle taunt and on edge. When she didn't answer him, he smacked her ass with a low demanding growl.

  "Nnn...oo." The word was a husky whisper. A slight stutter produced from an incoherent mind barely able to form conscience thought.

  "When that happens, Beth, when you've fallen to your knees, I'm going to keep on fucking you as long and as hard as I possibly can until I think you've learned your lesson, even if it makes your pussy raw. Your cunt, your ass, your sweet lips, your entire body in fact, will remember this for days. Every time you move, your body will ache because of me. You are mine, Beth, and I am going to make you know exactly what that means."

  "Oh God" She was trembling, her knees already weak from just his nasty words.

  "God doesn't have anything to do with this, Beth. He isn't here. There's just me and you, luv, and I’m in charge." That said he bit down on her shoulder as he thrust two fingers deep into her core. Pumping, thrusting, driving, hurting, faster, harder, in and out, as he bit hard enough to draw blood. The duel sensations sending her into shock, pin wheeling out of control, and just when she was on the brink of an incredibly powerful orgasm, he pull back both his mouth and his fingers, leaving her empty and crying out for more.

  "NOO!!!!!! Please. I need... I need."

  "I know what you need. I always know just what you need, pet. Doesn’t mean you’re going to get it though."

  "James." His name came out as a pleading wail.

  His hand cracked down on her ass full force, driving her forward into the edge of the bed, causing the nipple clamps to shake cruelly.

  "Silence, bitch." His voice held a menacing growl, a snarl that told of the barely suppressed sadistic beast within. God he wanted her, wanted to feel the incredible tight heat of her cunt as he fucked her, wanted to shoot his cum deep into her belly, but it wasn't time.

  Angry with the intensity of his need, needing to regain control, he let out a snarl and turned to where the implements lay on the floor. Picking up the hairbrush, he quickly returned and began to caress her smooth, white cheeks with it.

  "So pretty, Beth. Skin so milky white, but not for long. I think one hundred of the brush will help bring out the proper color.

  One hundred! Was he kidding? If he started with that, her ass would be blistered before he even got to anything else.

  "Hum.. but something’s missing. Something... "

  He went to the chest and pulled out a small vibe, coating it quickly with the warming oil. The action telling her right off that the thing wasn't meant for her pussy. Her pussy was by far wet enough to take anything he chose to fuck her with.

  Her eyes flashed for just a moment when he held the vibrator before her eyes, smirking, but she quickly got control of her anger. She knew displaying that particular emot
ion wasn't in her best interest.

  "As I said, Beth, the rules don't apply anymore." That said he spread her bottom cheeks and danced his fingers over her tight hole, spreading the warming oil; then slid one finger into her incredibly tight passage.

  She winced for a moment, the initial entry into her bum always caused a little pain, then took a breath and pushed back, knowing she had to relax. Truth be told, she loved it when he took her ass, there was something so nasty about it. Just the start of it that was always hard. His finger slid in and out, aided by the oil, and then he added another, upping the sensation. It wasn't long before she felt more of the warming effects as well. It also wasn't long before she was riding his hand, needing more.

  "I always knew you'd love it up the ass, Beth. I knew it even before I fucked you there for the first time. There’s a certain sway to your walk, the way you sashay around, shaking that delicious piece of tail you have. It says slam it in me hard and make me beg."

  He pulled out his fingers, and slapped her ass a few times, watching with glee as the color flooded her skin in the shape of his hand print. Then he spread her wide again and placed the head of the vibe on the puckered place between her cheeks.

  "Push back for me love. Take it deep like a good little ass whore does." He gave the vibe a small twist as he pushed it in, and Beth grunted, pushing back, breathing. He slid back a bit then shoved it forward again, and she pushed back in return, making the vibe slowly slide into place as she let out a cry then a groan of pleasure.

  "That's right. Feels good doesn't, my sweet slut?" She nodded quickly and he chuckled at her eagerness; then turned it on low. A buzz filled her belly, shooting deep sensations into her womb, making her groan again. So good, so fucking good.

  "Oh God."

  James slapped her ass, hard. "I told you, luv. He's not here. I imagine he wouldn't approve of our games. Now no cumming, pet."

  He began to fuck her slowly, then started in earnest, each thrust making her breasts jiggle, sending white hot bursts of pain shooting from her clamped nipples to her pussy. The vibration in her belly was achingly delicious, and she wanted more, wanted it harder, so she pushed back to meet his thrusts.

  Angered by her actions, he slammed the vibe in to the hilt and grabbed her hips, stilling them. "You know you aren’t to move. Whores are to stand and be fucked." She whimpered, her entire being on fire, her core burning with need.

  "Oh, poor little Beth, does baby want to cum?"

  "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." His only response was to laugh. They both knew she was a long time from cumming. Instead he picked up the hairbrush and began to deliver the hundred he had promised.

  Beth clenched without meaning too, and he growled at her, reaching under her to flick at one of the nipple clamps until he saw her force her body to relax, then he began again, making a point of say "One" in a very loud voice to make it quite clear that he had started the count over again.

  Up and down her ass he went, ten on one cheek, then ten on the other, covering the entire area with hard fast strokes, then switched to delivering twenty repeatedly in one spot, grinning as he watched the skin go from cotton candy pink to crimson red. Twenty on the other side over and over and over as well, one tiny patch of skin being set on fire, then he pushed down on her back, making her stand on her toes to stretch the skin, exposing the sensitive crease where her thighs and her bottom met and began to spank her there as well.

  These were done incredibly hard and felt like a swarm of bees had landed on her flesh. She curled her toes inside her shoes to keep from bouncing on her feet as he held nothing back, swing the brush full strength. Beth hissed, fighting to keep herself still, knowing she dare not move, but god her ass was on fire.

  He saw her fingers gripping the bedspread. Saw how white her knuckles were, knew how very much her ass was burning, and how badly she wanted to wiggle to try and ease the pain.

  "You wouldn’t be thinkin’of movin’ now, Beth would you?"

  Hell yes she was, moving or putting her hands back there to stop the agony she was in. The thought never truly took hold though, because she knew doing either would be suicide.

  "Oh no, no, Sir. Moving is not allowed."

  "That’s right, Beth. What is the punishment for moving?"

  "Ten extra with the wide strap."

  "Such a good memory you have. And what would happen if you decided to rub that sweet arse?" What? Was he reading her mind now? His voice was mocking, snide, irritating as hell, and she knew that if she turned to look at him, his face would hold the sneering smirk she both hated and loved.

  "I'd get the same on my hands, Sir."

  "How right you are, Beth. Now that we have that established, let's finish with the brush. I owe you thirty more I believe." He began again, light taps at first, surprising her, wakening up her numb flesh, then all of a sudden, smack, he laid into her like there was no tomorrow, paddling her to hell and back as she finally let out a cry of pain.

  "That’s what I like to hear. All done... for now."

  He set the brush aside and began to stroke her bottom. His cool hand felt like heaven on her scorched flesh, and she sighed, loving it, needing it. He rubbed her up and down, admiring his handiwork, loving the sight of her, legs tanned, golden brown, thighs and ass fire engine red, back pale, a soft cream color then turning golden brown where her skin was kissed by the sun.

  He bent forward over her once more, the cool leather of his pants rubbing her blazing bottom, and kicked her feet further apart, spreading her wide. His hands moved up her back, stroking, caressing, lightly teasing, deceptive in their gentleness, as he leaned over her, kissing his way to her ear.

  He nibble it, kissed it, then slowly licked her neck, nuzzling the bite mark he’d left earlier, making tingles zing through her already hypersensitive body, as one hand moved to circle her nub and the other traced a lazy pattern on her belly.

  "Beth."

  "Hum... Um... I mean, yes, Sir?"

  "Get on your knees, my little bitch, and thank me for the hairbrush."

  The order snapped her out of her haze. He stood, as she pushed herself up from the bed to do as she was bid, allowing her to drop to her knees before him as he sat down.

  "Oh, and Beth."

  She stopped. What devilish plan was going through his head now?

  "If you can suck me dry in two minutes, I’ll let you have a tiny little cum. If not... well if not, pet, it could be hours."

  Chapter 3

  Beth's eyes widened at the challenge he’d presented to her. She grinned, unable to help herself, then licked her lips, a gleam lighting up her eyes. She knew she could make him cum in two minutes. Hell, she’d done it in less. All she had to do was... suck.

  James smirked down at her, loving how she looked, all eager and ready. He was as determine to make her lose as she was to win. Oh he knew the power she had in that sweet little mouth, but he also knew he would fight like hell to last until her time was over.

  "Think you're up to the challenge, pet?"

  "Oh, yes, Sir."

  Her fingers flew to the buttons of his black leather pants and popped them open with an expertise born from many nights of practice. His cock sprang forth, hard as steel. A solid ivory column laced with blue throbbing veins, crowned by a thick head that pulsed in the candle light. He was so very hard and waiting to be serviced. A drop of precum gleamed on the tip and she licked her lips again, her tongue coming out in a very tantalizing way, pausing to admire the part of him that gave her so much pleasure. Her lack of movement caused a low growl to rumble in his chest as he wrapped his fingers in her hair. Not pleased with the delay. Her Master wanted to be serviced. Now.

  "Times a wastin’, slut. It’s a minute fifty seconds now. You better suck me hard, bitch, or you'll be a very sorry girl."

  Beth nodded her head frantically, and opened her mouth, her head dropping, her mouth encasing him in molten fire, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck with all she was worth, determined to use her ex
pertise to drive him to his knees, and force him to give her just a little pleasure in return. She had the upper hand, if only for a little while, and she intended to take full advantage.

  She bobbed back up, easing off, and laved him with her tongue from base to head, greasing up his shaft, then grasped it firmly near his balls, cupping them with her other hand, and began to give him the blow job of his life.

  James hissed, a mixture of pleasure and near pain shooting through him at the strength of her sucking, as his eyes rolled back in his head. God her mouth was hot and tight. So incredible. He had to focus, had to get a grip on himself, or she was going to win this little challenge and that simply couldn’t be.

  He gazed down at her golden head, now moving up and down at the speed of light, her hair tumbling around her shoulders and face, and listened to the delightful little suckling noises she was making as she swallowed him whole. She was going all out, but he was determined to win this bet and hold off on shooting his load, so he hissed in a breath and held it, steadying himself.

  Beth squeezed and stroked his balls, and made a small pumping motion with her other hand while her mouth worked furiously. Her tongue moved around and around his cock head even as she moved up and down, never letting up on either sensation, then took him down her throat again and swallowed, making those muscles work the head, squeezing it, milking it, driving him wild.

  James growled as her head came up, followed by her hand, to the top of his shaft. She paused to suck the head of his cock with all her might, then swirled her tongue round and round the underside, making him oh so close to exploding, before he wrapped his fingers viciously in her hair and forced her head back down, relieving some of the stimulation on the most sensitive area of his cock.