She felt his fingers pull her bottom cheeks wide and had to keep from shuddering from both anticipation and pain. God she was sore, he had truly worked her over, but at the same time, every bit of her felt alive. Alive and on edge, and oh so ready to cum. It was bliss.
Cold slippery fingers began to work her tightest hole, sliding across, around, teasing, then pressing in, stretching and pushing, twisting and going deeper and deeper until she was fighting tooth and nail not to ride his hand. Just when she thought she was going to have one of the biggest anal orgasms of her life, he stopped finger fucking her and pulled out, leaving her empty and longing, but that longing was soon fulfilled.
The grooved, cold, glass head of the juicer pressed against her bum hole and then slid in easy as can be, full hilt. It was no struggle, the glass, smooth as silk, offering no resistance, and the sensation of coolness inside her made her sigh out loud, making James laugh.
“That’s my good slut. Such a whore, Beth. Ten turns, pet. No cumming.” He began by cranking it one half turn counter clockwise to make sure she was well greased and ready, then did five fast the other way, making Beth shake her head wildly, her legs feeling like Jello, her breathing shallow, little pants as she fought for control, her inner core ready to explode.
He paused, stopping to take time to squeeze her blistered ass, snarling as he dug his fingers into the welts, then began to turn the juicer again, slowly, ever so slowly, once, then back the other way, then reversing again, and again, until he began the final turn in an agonizingly slow motion.
She was mad with need even though there wasn’t an ounce of pressure on her clit. This orgasm had nothing what so ever to do with her pussy. It was all centered so very deep inside, nothing felt like this toy, nothing. Her mind was screaming and her body was weak, her head swimming, spinning.
“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease”
“No, no, no, no, no...and no”
Damn him! He was mocking her and she was barely hanging on. Oh he could be a right bastard, but she knew she had to maintain control.
He pulled out the juicer and lay it carefully to the side, picking up the cane once more and delivered the three strokes fast and furiously before she could even wrap her mind around the fact that she’d gone from exquisite pleasure to intense pain once more, but really, what was the difference? Then again, just like that, the juicer was shoved back in and whirled around five times fast, making her legs bend as her knees buckled just a bit.
“Now, now, Beth. Can’t have that.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and began again, turning one ever so slowly, then spinning once very fast as her body screamed and she bit down into her bottom lip to fight for control. A rush of juices flowed down her thighs as her pussy gushed, signaling her body’s intense need. James scented it and saw the blood from her mouth. He pulled her head up by her hair and suckled her lip, moving his hand to her breast as he did so to toy with her still aching nipples.
“God I love you, pet. All mine.” The words were growled fiercely, with no sign of tenderness, It was a statement of possession more than feeling. “Just a bit more for me, baby. I know you can do it.”
He finished the turns in her bottom as she quivered and cried out, then pulled the juicer from her again, making her curse out loud. He forgave her for her indiscretion, giving her only a sharp slap to remind her of her tongue; then picked up the cane and delivered a blow that sent shock waves through her body. The second came as fast as the first and was followed by the third, harsh, punishing, agonizing in its intensity.
Tingling, burning, zinging, humming, bursting, ready to explode from any touch be it pain or pleasure, Beth felt James slide the juicer back into her bottom once more and knew that this time, permission or not, she would come. It was too much. Rational thought had fled long ago and her body was in charge. There was no turning back. Her mind and her sub’s heart cried out that she must wait, but her body, oh her body would not, could not obey.
James put a restraining hand on her back, the pressure saying the words for him. She was to do as he commanded, to wait, but her body screamed that she couldn’t. He gave one turn, then went back the other way and she cried out again, tears of frustration, longing, and pain running down her cheeks. She needed the release an orgasm would bring both physically and emotionally.
“Wait, good girl. Wait and all will be forgiven. Wait and it will be okay again.”
It was what she wanted, what she needed. Forgiveness for what she did day in and day out, even if it did come from a man who was sometimes the epitome of evil. She wanted to wait, for him, because of him. He was her everything. Waiting would bring ecstasy and the cleansing tears. Waiting would bring the purging of her soul because it would be what he wanted, and he controlled her now.
Again he spun the juicer, cool grooved glass slipping and sliding in her incredibly tight hot bottom. The contrast so incredible, the feeling beyond intense.
“Wait.”
Again he spun it, slow then fast. She whimpered, fought, died, lived.
“Wait.”
Around it went, then faster, and faster still. How could she? How? How could he ask. Her body was nothing but nerves ready to explode.
“Wait.”
‘No, no, no, no!’ She couldn’t. She had to. He turned the crank quickly and her stomach clenched. She grit her teeth, her knees shook, her fingers tore the cloth on the arms of the chair as bead of perspiration dotted her upper lip and forehead.
“Now cum.”
Beth let out a shriek as she heard the word she’d been longing for. James began to turn the juicer faster and faster and her entire body simply exploded. Light flashed behind her eyelids as her knees gave out. The ball of sexual tension that had been building and building deep in her belly shattered into a million bits of ecstasy and shot through her entire being, and she screamed again as the incredibly intense orgasm overtook her.
James held her and spun the juicer, pulling another orgasm from her soul, twisting it and turning it, making her give herself over completely, waiting for the sobs that would signal her complete freedom from the sins of the past but they didn’t come and that couldn’t be. Jiggling, spinning, twisting, making her forget everything but the powerful sensations, he was relentless as another orgasm rocked her, and when she was coming down just a bit, when she had regain just the slightest hold on her senses, he bit own hard on her shoulder, grinding his hard pulsing cock against her tender, soft flesh, as she spasmed into yet another powerful orgasm, this one finally giving him what he wanted.
He held her up by her waist as every bone in her body turned liquid, feeling her tremble as her body shook with the sobs of release, hearing her cries, seeing the welcomed tears streaking her cheeks, scenting her passion, feeling her quiver, experiencing her as her body tumbled into the abyss, then brought her body back down to earth by lapping slowly at the bite wound with his tongue as he pulled her up, back to chest, holding her close, murmuring nasty nothings against her skin interspersed with words of love. It was a time to reassure her, to tell her she’d done well, to soothe her for a moment, and, it was time to fulfill the last of his promises.
He turned her in his arms so she faced him, eyes closed, head back, still trembling, body languid, and lifted her in his powerful arms, grasping her bottom as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, and brought her down hard upon his shaft.
They both cried out. His, a loud growl, hers a mewling sound of strangled joy at the complete joining of their bodies. This was how it should be, together as one. Beth’s inner muscles clenched, quivering, her body still experiencing the aftershocks of her last multi orgasm, and James roared as her heat engulfed him like a molten vice. She was an inferno, blazing coals wrapped in silk, soft and sensuous and oh so powerful.
He was hard as steel inside her, a smooth column of ivory, swelling, alive, pulsing, needing, ready to take and to give, and she cherished both the pleasure their coupling gave her and the pain it caused the tender flesh o
f her recently punished quim.
“Open your eyes, woman. Look at me as I take you.”
Beth did as commanded and came face to face with her wicked lover, eyes raging with fire and power, yet tender with love. Both of them were there in that moment, both were taking her, the man, James, making love, and the evil Master, claiming, possessing, fucking.
“Mine.”
“Always, yours.”
He gripped her hips tightly and began to raise and lower her, sliding her up, then forcing her down, impaling her hard upon his unyielding shaft over and over.
The pain and pleasure swelled tenfold in her tortured bud, her clit reddened from the beating it had taken, but all the more sensitive because of it. He angled her forward, hips thrust to hips, grating, rubbing, bodies gnashing as he brought her down forcefully again and again.
“You belong to me. I will do as I like. There will be no pleasure without pain.” He slammed her down hard. “Do you understand?” The beast was taking control and dominating its mate, showing her who was in charge, taking command.
“Yes, oh yes.”
Beth cried out over and over with each harsh thrust. Her body’s need building and building, the satisfaction of her recent orgasms a distant memory and the molten need beginning anew.
He watched her closely, taking her all, demanding complete surrender, and she gave it to him. She threw back her head and cried out, then came forward, hair tumbling around her shoulders ,eyes gleaming, cheeks flushed, as she wrapped her arms round his neck and ground down upon him.
He snarled again, fiercely and carried her across the room, and went to the bed with quick sure strides, Beth clinging to him, intent on pulling him down with her, but he pulled her out of his arms and dumped her unceremoniously upon the it, and then was on her in a flash, pushing up her legs with his hands on her knees, opening her wide, and thrusting into her again as a stream of nasties issued forth from his lips.
“Gonna fuck my bad girl, gonna make her cum for me, cream all over my cock as she squeezes it tight. Gonna make you scream and beg for it, Beth, my dirty little whore. Fuck you hard and fast, take you so deep, make your eyes cross as I ram it in hard.”
His hips moved in a circular motion, bumping her sore, oversensitive clit, grinding down, filling her, fucking her, pounding, taking, riding, rough and nasty. In and out, in and out, harder, faster, pistoning in, forcing her into the bed, taking her, claiming her, making her his without a doubt.
“Tell me, Beth. Tell me how it feels. Say it, my sweet little slut. Does baby like to have her pussy fucked hard?”
“Yes, God yes, oh James. Fuck me. Take me. Yours, yours, yours.”
The sensations were reaching a breaking point again. Her pussy was screaming at his harsh talking of her, the whipped tender skin burning, even as her clit cherished every bump and grind. Her inner core squeezed him and tried to hold him within, tried to keep him impaled on her body but he was the one in control so he pulled back before slamming in again, bruising, grinding, giving pleasure and pain.
“That’s right, baby. Squeeze my cock harder, Christ, pet, that’s a girl. Do me right, Beth, make it good or I’ll whip your sweet cunt some more. Make it cherry red; make you cum while I whip you. Make you feel nasty as you scream out your pleasure.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust. “How does it feel, my dirty girl? Can you feel the burn? Does your quim ache? Take it, Beth. Gonna fuck you hard, take it like a good girl, Beth. Nasty sluts get fucked and punished. They get it hard and fast, and when I’m done with your cunt I’m gonna flip you over and fuck your sweet arse and you’re gonna love that too. Push in deep till your squealing’ and cryin’ and cummin’.”
Harder and faster, with speed and strength, he took her, driving downward into her soft blazing depths as he kept up the constant litany of nasty words. James fucked her hard as he felt his balls tighten, felt his stomach clench, his body come alive, and knew it was time.
Beth was in a haze of sensation and balancing on the edge. A precipice of good and evil, pleasure and pain. It hurt and it felt good, too good, and she felt as if she were losing control. Her body pulsed and she fought to move beneath him, wanting to fuck him back, wanting to wrap her legs around him and grind up into the solid flesh giving her so much pleasure, to put the final amount of pressure on her clit so she could send her body into the spiraling explosion of sensations it was longing for, but James raise himself up just a bit so he could avoid her clit and continued to take her hard and fast.
Her legs ached, her stomach was in knots, her mind a jumble. He was hard and smooth and moving fast as light and she couldn’t get what she wanted, couldn’t make him let her have her pleasure. Surely she would go mad if he didn’t send them over the edge soon.
A cry of agony ripped from her throat, her body needing completion, and in the sound was all the begging he needed to hear. He let her legs go and she instantly wrapped them around his back as he moved his arms around her. One under her hips, raising her up, angling her just so, the other holding her to him, around her shoulders.
Her hands went to his back, nails raking, drawing blood and he roared as he drove down into her. She squeezed his cock for all she was worth, wanting, needing him to cum, needing them to complete the dance, arching up, crying out, rolling her hips, and he went wild.
The feral man came forward, snarling, taking, roughly dominating, thrusting forward, claiming her as his own, joining them in the harshest of couplings, over and over until they both exploded in a mad rush of desire that made them dance on the edge of sanity as the world seemed to shatter around them.
Beth felt her nerves explode, felt the fire roar through her veins. They were joined as one, truly, forever in that moment, sharing something primal and right. The rest of the world fell away, there was nothing else that mattered, and never could be. Gone was the tension, gone was the harshness of the world, gone was everything but each other.
Beth called out his name, called for him to take her, to take what was his, and he did so with pleasure, roaring out the word of possession, telling any and all that the girl beneath him was his and his alone.
“Mine.” He pumped into her, hips slamming forwards as he curled his fingers in her hair and slamming his lips upon hers, savoring the sweet taste and the feel of her body as she once again exploded in his arms. Her orgasm and harsh grinding kiss made his cock rigid, ready to explode once more, and the urge to follow her over the edge was almost overpowering but he held back, wanting to wait, needing to wait.
He lowered himself upon her gently as she came back to him, the violent kiss turning sweet, loving the intimacy the gesture caused between them, all the while making himself breathe to calm down. His cock pulsed, it demanded attention, but he fought to ignore it. They weren’t done. Oh no, far from it, but he needed to wait.
Beth squirmed under him, and tried to increase the pace, she knew he hadn’t cum and was confused as to why. He’d given her so much, hell she couldn’t even count how many times she’d cum, and she wanted to give back, but he growled so she stilled, and laying there trembling, uncertain.
Looking at him, eyes full of questions, the tears of redemption drying on her cheeks, he stared back at her and knew he had accomplished what he’d set out to do that night. He gave her a soft smile and ran his thumb across her cheek following the drying trail that attested to her ultimate release, pleased that she had been able to cry, to let go.
“You okay, kitten?”
She nodded, lips parted, she wanted to speak but her body was too weak, her mind too jumbled, but her eyes held the question of why.
“Just give me a moment, luv. I’ve taken you hard, given you what you needed and deserved, now I want to take you soft and tender, but my body has other ideas. Let me cool down for a second and then I’ll be all yours, sweet, okay?”
Her face softened and one more tear spilled over onto her cheek. He leaned in and kissed it away, then brushed his lips across her forehead before he looked down at h
er with serious eyes.
“I love you, kitten. You know that right? No matter what we do, no matter how harsh I get, I love you.”
Beth smiled, nodding, very sure of his feelings, trusting him completely. “Of course I do. I love you too. Do you honestly think I’d let another man do these nasty things to me?”
“Mention another man again, luv and the tender lovemaking I had planned for you will be a thing of the past. You belong to me and you had better not ever forget it.” His tone was light but his eyes held a seriousness that couldn’t be denied. He gave a hard thrust forward, deep into her core to emphasize his point and Beth wiggled in a blatant invitation.
“I’m up for anything, James. All I want is more of you.”
“That I can do, kitten. Anything for my girl.” He pulled her close and began a gentle rhythm, sliding deep into her folds, smoothly, tenderly, wrapping his arms around her, moving as one, determined to fulfill all of her desires.
Table of Contents
To my readers:
Disclaimer:
Sweet Agony
The Headmaster’s Game Part Two
Dining In
Decisions
Chapter One
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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