by Sara Fields
The worst part of it all was he could see my pussy. He could see the way my entrance was anxiously clenching in anticipation of the next strike of the belt, the way my thighs were slick with my arousal, how much wetter I was than before. He could see all of it, all of me and I whimpered quietly at my shame.
The sound of the belt rushing through the air cut through the silence and I stiffened, right before the next lash whipped my backside. I struggled as the pain tore through me, a fiery blaze that there was no escape from. This lash had landed right below the last and was quickly followed up another.
Slowly, he made his way down my ass, each strike more painful than the last. My punished flesh was on fire, the heavy sting settling deep into my body, but still, my body responded as though it liked being hurt. My core pulsed with desire and with each heavy, painful lash, the agony morphed into something more, something pleasurable and despite everything that told me I shouldn’t, I wanted more.
He thrashed my ass furiously, but with a steady, measured cadence.
Over and over, the leather whipped against my backside, branding my skin with his displeasure and I was ashamed with the arousal dripping down my thighs. I was slick with it, more so than before and my body hummed with unreleased passion.
Left on the edge of orgasm just minutes before with little time to recover, I felt as though I was diving off a cliff into the unknown. I was crying out in pain, getting the whipping of my life, and still, I was more aroused than I had ever been.
“Arch your back. Show me what a good little warrior you can be,” he demanded.
And I did.
I cried out as the belt whipped against the lower curve of my buttocks, the leather savagely lighting a fire into my skin. The pain was more intense the closer he got to my thighs. I knew I was going to feel this for days.
My sounds muted, there was little I could do to protest. All I could do was take what he gave me. I’d fought against him, denied him my nakedness, and I was getting spanked with his belt for it. I whined into the wet cloth of my panties, feeling myself beginning to lose myself. Tears prickled in the corners of my eyes and my body tensed against each lash.
That’s when he started whipping my thighs.
If I had thought the fiery sting of the belt had been bad on my ass, it was no comparison to how much it hurt when he thrashed my thighs.
The blazing lash seared into my skin and I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. I screamed into the wet, musky fabric shoved into my mouth and I began to cry, but still, he didn’t stop. He whipped my insolent little ass and thighs until I was sure they were going to burst into flames. I sobbed, and I tried to beg for mercy, but he didn’t listen.
Something inside me broke then and my body went slack. Everything in me demanded my submission and obedience to the man meant to master my body. With a sob, I arched my back and lifted my ass a little in the air, accepting the fact that I was going to be punished until he thought I had learned my lesson.
I was his to control. Completely then. In that moment, he was in my head and I was defenseless against him.
I heard the belt hit the floor then, the metal jingling on the way down until it struck the stones beneath.
I sobbed, and his warm hands caressed my hips, his fingernails dragging across my punished flesh and I cried out at the sudden burning bite. The sharp sensation continued, and I moaned low in my throat as the pain quickly morphed into sudden, intense pleasure. I was powerless against it.
Tears streaked down my face, continuing to fall as I processed the fact that I’d been whipped and punished for the very first time in my life and there was a tiny part of me that enjoyed it. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it wasn’t such a small part of me. Now that it was over, my body blazed with pleasure. I had more than liked it. I wanted him to do it again.
I must be fucking insane.
His nails continued downward, edging closer and closer to my sopping wet pussy. He scratched against my outer lips and I drew in a nervous breath. Slowly, he cupped my mound in his palm, before he patted it softly. The wet sound that followed was so shameful that I had to shut my eyes, almost as a defense mechanism even though I knew it did nothing to protect me in the slightest.
“Your skin is perfect. I like it even better when it’s covered with my mark,” he said softly, and I shuddered at the promise in his voice. I could feel the welts rising on my skin and I knew I would feel the effects of this lesson for days to come.
“Now though, I think it’s time I punished this greedy little cunt for making me wait,” he added, and my body pulsed with desire at his threat.
“By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to beg me to take you in ways so shameful that you’ll be left blushing long after I’m done,” he added, his voice dark, powerful, and seductive.
His warning and threats were intoxicating, like a drug and I just wanted more. My body was humming with desire, craving to be taken long and hard. Pleasure demanded release and I was defenseless against its pull. He didn’t let me wait for very long though. I heard the telltale sound of a zipper lowering and I mewled quietly against the sodden panties in my mouth. Would he take me now?
I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed to come, and I’d deal with the ramifications later. I needed him to take me. My body demanded it.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he continued, dragging his thumb across my entrance, his tone almost sweet, but I knew better. His skin slid across my wetness, reminding me once again of how aroused I was under his dark demands.
I should have been ready, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for what he did next.
He grabbed my hips roughly, his fingertips digging into my flesh and I felt the heat of his cock press against my pussy for the briefest of seconds before he drove into my body, hard. My body screamed with pain as he slid inside me, unused to being ever taken in such a manner. His cock was huge, bigger than I would have guessed. His girth stretched me wide and my body struggled to accommodate him. It was painful at first, but the wetness of my arousal allowed him to slip into me without much struggle.
He didn’t allow me time to recover, instead slamming into me hard and fast, more for his own pleasure than for my own. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying it.
He fucked me so hard that the chair I was tied to rocked back and forth. Every time his hips slammed into mine, my punished flesh ignited anew, constantly reminding me how he had whipped me for my insolence. His skin slapped into mine and each welt flamed with pain. It hurt, and it only fueled my arousal even more.
The wet sounds of our fucking echoed off the cool, dank stone and I flushed with shame, knowing the wetness was a product of my own arousal. The more he fucked me, the louder the sounds became, almost like it was a firm reminder of my body’s own betrayal.
My mind hadn’t wanted this, but my body had.
With each savage thrust, I was reminded of how his belt had whipped my flesh, how he had torn my dress and my underwear from my body and stuffed my soaked panties into my mouth, how he’d tied me up and forced me to take everything he wanted to give me. My arousal pulsed through my veins and I couldn’t help but tremble at the force of it.
He had known what I needed even before I had realized I had needed it.
Despite my initial reluctance, I felt my body respond to his bold dominance. The arousal that had ebbed away only a little during my whipping came back with what felt like double the force and I was weak against it.
Fast. Hard. Brutal.
He took my pain and twisted it into pleasure. He claimed my body and demanded my submission, taking my desire and morphing it into something more. Something I knew that I would never be able to live without ever again.
His fingers dug deeper into my hips and I cried out, but the pain only amplified my passion even further. Higher and higher my body rose, until I was frantic with it. My flesh heated feverishly, and I felt as though I was wood on a pyre. I moaned, I screamed, a
nd I cried with pleasure, anxious for its release.
But pleasure took me, and pleasure is a hard master.
The harder he fucked me, the more I needed it. I wanted to beg for release. I wanted to plead for it, but he’d taken away my voice the moment he’d shoved my panties in between my lips. I was here for him to use as a fuck toy. I was a vessel for him to use and that thought turned me on.
His cock continued to spear me in two, so large that I thought he was going to break me, but he didn’t. My pussy milked his length, desperate to be filled completely for the first time. My clit pulsed, miserably forgotten, but I couldn’t focus on it for long. My pleasure grew with each passing moment and when Markos leaned over me and his surprisingly sharp teeth dragged against the back of my neck, I shattered into a million little pieces.
Pain lanced across my neck, but it only fueled my orgasm to build into a stronger, all-consuming tidal wave of desire. Every muscle in my body tensed with passion and I was powerless against it. White-hot ecstasy rushed through me. My heart pounded in my chest and I struggled to draw in each breath.
I felt like I was bursting into flame. Every fiber of my being shook with pleasure and Markos continued to fuck me just as hard as before. In that moment, I didn’t care who he was anymore. I was taking my pleasure and enjoying it as much as I could, nothing more. I deserved that much. No matter how this ended, I was going to take my satisfaction as mine and mine alone.
He twisted his hips up and his cock curved up inside me, caressing my channel in a way that left me wanting more. He did it again, then once more and then I was lost in a second, more powerful orgasm. There was no time to recover as he forced every last moment of pleasure from my body. Instead, all I knew was ecstasy.
My neck throbbed painfully, and I was left wondering if he had bit me. I tried to turn my head to look back at him, but he released one side of my hip and harshly fisted my hair at the base of my scalp. He pulled hard, forcing me to rest my cheek against the soft cloth of the chair. I whimpered slightly, and he relaxed his grip, but only just a little.
He quickened his pace, fucking me harder and faster than I even thought possible. Despite the gag in my mouth, my screams of pleasure echoed around us, the wet sounds of flesh fucking flesh louder still. He was ruthless and harsh, but my body sang beneath him. One orgasm bled into the next and I was powerless against such a powerful onslaught of pleasure.
Markos had taken me and given me more orgasms in the span of a few minutes than any other man ever had. Other men found it hard to bring me to release. But not Markos. He was different.
He played my body with an experience like no other, turning pain into pleasure and demanding every single ounce of my submission as he did so. I hated him for it.
One orgasm turned into two, then two into three before I lost count entirely. Soon, I became desperate for him to stop, but he didn’t. The pleasure was too much, and my throat was beginning to hurt from all my screaming. He was merciless, his cock punishing my greedy pussy like a club.
Fuck. I didn’t know how much more I could handle.
If this continued for much longer, I might just pass out.
When he groaned quietly behind me, I almost rejoiced out loud. His thighs quivered against mine and I held my breath. His seed spurted up inside my channel, blazing hot and I feared it had burned me. His cum surged again and again and my eyes rolled in ecstasy as the pain morphed into pleasure.
His cum did something to me and one final time, white-hot pleasure sliced through me like a knife. Sharp and exquisite, my body rolled, my back arched, and my muscles tensed with passionate desire. My orgasm tore me into pieces, bright light blinding me as I struggled to take every inch that he had forced me to take.
Finally, he stilled behind me.
He was done.
My release faded away, leaving behind a throbbing reminder of just how powerful it had been. I was left bereft, entirely and utterly spent. Exhaustion swept over me and I slumped against the chair. Markos pulled free from me and I sighed, with sadness or relief, I’ll never know. I was too tired to look, but when I heard the sound of a switchblade opening, I stilled in fear.
He was going to kill me now. I was sure of it.
The silvery blade glided against my skin, the touch too light to actually cut me. Instead of slicing my throat as I expected, he slashed the blue satin holding me captive. He freed my wrists first and then my legs.
“Get up. Kneel before me,” he commanded.
I listened. I was too exhausted to fight.
He pulled the soaked panties from my mouth and I licked my lips. I pulled in one full breath after another, swaying back and forth with fatigue.
Slowly, he slid his knuckles across my cheekbones, before he pushed my hair out of the way. I stared up at him as he brushed strand after strand away from the slickness of my forehead. He gazed down at me with something more than desire. It was a look I couldn’t quite place but it made me think that he was pleased that he had found me. Like it was meant to happen. Like it was our destiny to come together.
All I knew was that after this, I would never be the same.
“Kassandra,” he purred, “your cum is all over my cock. I want you to clean it all off.”
I looked around for a towel or something and he chuckled.
“Clean it off with your mouth, warrior,” he chided. I looked up at him in awe. He couldn’t be serious. My eyes flicked from his, back down to the massive girth that was his cock and I shook my head.
He reached down and gripped my nipples between his fingers. He twisted them, just a little and I cried out in pain.
It was no use. I didn’t have the energy to fight back and he was just going to hurt me if I refused to obey him.
“Yes, Master,” I managed to whisper.
He released my breasts from his grasp. They burned, the residual sting hot and heavy. Left breathless, I rushed to obey. Hesitantly, I pressed one hand against his thigh in order to steady myself. Even more tentatively, I took the other and surrounded the base of his thick cock with my fingers. I realized then that he was bigger than I thought. My thumb and forefinger wouldn’t even touch, he was that thick.
I gulped nervously.
His cock was larger than any man that I had ever been with. While he was thick, he was also long. His bulbous head bobbed toward me, a single drop of cum dribbling from the slit at the top. A single vein ran down the side, throbbing with his own arousal. Even though he had come once already, he was already hard again.
I had a feeling my ordeal was far from over.
Timidly, I leaned forward, my tongue snaking out between my lips. I licked up and down his length. The same sweet musky scent pervaded my senses and at once, I realized I was both smelling and tasting my own arousal.
It was all over his cock.
Shyly, I opened my mouth wider and took the head of his cock in my mouth. His skin was soft, like velvet with a slightly salty taste. I expected him to taste bitter, but it wasn’t. In fact, when another drop of cum dribbled out of the top, I licked it off. And it was sweet. It surprised me that I actually enjoyed the taste.
I took my time, exploring his length with my tongue. My hand wound underneath him, toying with his balls, and I was rewarded with a single soft groan from him. The sound delighted me, and I reveled in the power I held over him.
He grunted with warning. Slowly, one of his hands snaked through the hair at the back of my scalp, resting there as a reminder that he held the control, not me. Gently, he held my head in place as his hips slowly moved toward my face. I opened my lips and he placed his cock on my tongue.
Obediently, I began to suckle him, and he grew bolder. His fingers tightened at the back of my head, gripping my hair harshly as he pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged, but that didn’t faze him in the slightest.
I don’t know when it happened, but in the span of several seconds, he had completely taken back the power and was now fucking my throat. With each thrust,
he pushed deeper, ravaging me with his cock and I was powerless against him. He took my mouth as his, mastering it as thoroughly as he had done my pussy.
His hips surged forward again and again and at points, I struggled to draw in a breath. His cock was huge, and my tiny mouth didn’t stand a chance against it. I suckled around his girth, dragging my tongue up and down his length in an effort to please him, but he was ruthless. If anything, he fucked my throat even harder.
It was savage. I struggled against him, but he held me still. His fist in my hair tightened and my scalp radiated with pain. I thought he was going to rip my hair from my head.
Instead of fighting, I tried to open my throat for him. I did my best to ignore my gag reflex, instead allowing his length to press down my throat. He must have sensed that I was trying to please him, because his movements became less rough, his grip only slightly less tight. The way he pulled my hair forced me to focus and to open myself to his dominance. When I did that, I found myself beginning to enjoy myself. I wanted more of it.
Kneeling before him, I pressed my thighs together. Even though I felt his cum dripping down my legs, I knew my own arousal was there too. I was so wet. I felt like I had orgasmed a thousand times, but still I wanted more.
Sucking his cock was turning me on.
Fuck. I must be going crazy.
My nipples pebbled in the chilly air and my legs trembled. I was getting so hot. Markos began to pick up his pace once more and I struggled to take his length down my throat. I gagged, and I struggled to breathe, but still I opened for him.
I should be fighting him, but in that moment, he was consuming me entirely.
He sighed heartily, and I felt his thigh tremble under my hand. Using my fingers, I stroked the base of his cock, using my mouth to pleasure the tip and he groaned. His hips slammed forward once, then twice and then his hot seed burst into my throat, flaming hot and just as delicious as before.
I writhed beneath him, struggling to take it all, but he made me. Forced me to swallow every last drop. And I did.
I cleansed him with my mouth, ensuring that nothing was left behind. When I was done, I sat back on my heels, whimpering slightly when my welted, punished ass pressed against my feet, reminding me that not so long ago, Markos had whipped me with his belt. I licked my lips, feeling my pussy tighten at the thought.
