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.