The feeling of the tip of his finger intruding into my depths and knowing he was fully aware of himself when he was doing it shamed me to the core. Every single aspect of his mental faculties was tuned in on me and what he was doing to me, and it forced me to moan with my shame.
He was merciless as his digit descended into me, delving into a place I never thought any man would. But he was fearless. Demanding. Dominating and I couldn’t help but ache to obey him and see where he took me.
One finger slowly turned into two, stretching me and I groaned with the ache from it. It burned, but in a way that was forcing my body to grow hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
“You were such a bad little girl, hellcat,” he murmured and my pussy clenched. I was wet, and I knew he could see it. As if he could read my thoughts, his thumb drifted across my wetness, reminding me explicitly that he was most definitely aware of my naughtiness.
“You need to be punished,” he said next and my legs trembled with pleasure while my mind whispered its disagreement. I was entirely caught up in his web and I could no longer distinguish what I wanted from what I didn’t.
A third finger forced its way into my asshole.
I moaned. It hurt. I felt pleasure from it.
I must be twisted on the inside to enjoy such things.
He removed his fingers from me then, but I heard him jostling behind me, so I knew my shameful punishment wasn’t over just yet.
“Lift your hips and show me your wet little pussy,” he demanded.
Shivering, I obeyed, and I felt the heat from his cock press against my entrance. My sore and aching asshole clenched nervously, but as he entered my pussy, I relaxed a little. He slammed into me once, then twice and the wet sounds of our fucking made me blush just as my body grew hotter.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my pussy entirely and grasped my backside in both hands once again. Mortified, I cried out as the heat from the head of his cock pushed against my back channel.
He was going to fuck my ass.
Immediately, my body retaliated, trying to stop him from taking me in such a shameful manner, but it didn’t work. Slowly, he pressed onward, and my body betrayed me, opening up to him despite the pain and reluctance within me. My asshole stretched wider and wider, until at last, the head of his cock popped inside me. I could feel every vein and every ridge of his girth as he forced himself deeper and deeper into my depths.
“Please,” I begged.
I knew better though. I didn’t have a choice in the matter. He was going to punish me and use me as he saw fit and in the most shameful way imaginable. There was nothing I could say to stop him, and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted him to.
My aching pussy throbbed, my clit and entrance entirely ignored. The suction cock of his never emerged to caress my needy flesh and it slowly dawned on me that I may not find my pleasure tonight, which made the punishment all the worse.
I wanted to come, and I had the feeling Axel wasn’t going to let me.
I licked my lips as he pressed into my asshole, until finally, I felt his balls brush against the backs of my thighs. Leisurely, he pulled out then and pushed back in, forcing me to focus on the fact that he controlled my body, utterly and completely.
My legs trembled as he increased his pace, fucking my asshole harder and harder with each stroke. It burned, but in a way that was both painful and delicious at the same time. I should be ashamed of my body’s heated reaction, but there was little I could do except focus on my punishment under his hand.
He smacked my right ass cheek hard and I whimpered at the sting of it.
“I’ll teach you that disobeying me will only leave you aching and wanting, Cosima. You’ll learn that you won’t ever want to disobey me again,” he warned.
My pussy clamped down hard, achingly empty and I moaned forlornly.
I felt his secondary cock slide over my flesh, only this time, it grew in size so that it encapsulated both my clit and the entrance of my pussy. Light, feathery cilia teased me, igniting my flesh even hotter. The more it lasted, the more I came to realize that it was too light to help me find release. I needed more pressure, more suction and I whined despondently as he fucked my ass harder. My ass clenched, and I fought him, tightening my back hole around his shaft and he drew in a frustrated breath.
He pulled out of my hole then, and I heard the distinctive jingle of a belt clasp.
I hardly had time to steel myself before the leather strap descended onto my flesh, branding a line of fire across my ass cheeks I could never have prepared myself for.
“When you’re being punished, hellcat, I expect obedience. When you fight me, it will be worse, every single time,” he said sternly. The lash whipped my backside, again and again until the entirety of my ass was on fire, and still, he punished me.
The belt struck underneath the lower curve of my ass and I cried out each time it did so. The sound of leather punishing flesh echoed in the caves, making my punishment all the worse. I could hear the swish of the belt right before it landed, and it caused me to flinch each and every time.
The suctioned head of his body remained over top of my pussy, continuing to stimulate my clit and my poor ignored entrance. It teased my clit, as my ass was getting whipped, leaving my body in a terribly confused state.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to come. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore and there was a tiny part of me that was enjoying the way it felt when he forced me to take the belt and that was beginning to grow within me.