His lips between my thighs stung and the plug hung heavy in my bottom. It still hurt quite a bit and my pussy burned.
He pulled away from me and I squeaked in surprise. The denial cut through me like the edge of a knife. A painful jolt burst down my spine and nothing I did would make it stop. When the torment eventually faded away, I quivered hard. My pussy clenched that single finger and I found myself humming with shame because I knew he’d be able to feel every second of it.
He put his mouth on my pussy and edged me.
Again.
And again.
Over and over until I thought I was going to scream.
My clit throbbed painfully, denied the pleasure I so very much wanted and needed. My core clutched incredibly tight with a fluttering sensation that refused to dampen. It twisted harder and harder until all I knew was an arousal so strong that it took over every fiber of my being. Nothing I did made it stop and I trembled even harder knowing that.
I begged him to stop. I pleaded for him to grant me release. I told him I was sorry. I offered to suck his cock. I promised that I’d spread myself open for him so that he could use my pussy and then my ass as hard as he wanted if he would just let me come.
I offered him everything. The more I begged, the hotter my body became. My breasts ached, heavy with desire. He didn’t reach for them. Not even once and I couldn’t help but pull at the cuffs that bound me in order to try to touch him instead.
He edged me again.
He’d turned my pleasure into a punishment, and it was beginning to hurt so much that I wanted to cry.
“Please,” I begged, hearing my voice break as another jolt of pain broiled through me. I struggled to take the cruel denial once more and he finally drew back when my legs started to shake for him.
“Would you like to come, little kitten?” he asked darkly.
“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I sounded so pitifully needy that it made me blush.
He grabbed the leather belts holding my legs captive and undid them, releasing them one at a time. I curled my legs inward, pulling them in close to my chest as if they could offer some semblance of protection even though I knew they wouldn’t. With a soft whimper, I gazed back at him, feeling awfully sore and incredibly sorry for myself. I had never felt more like a punished little kitten in my life. Every single touch was painful, no matter if he intended each one to be gentle, hard, or rough. I didn’t know whether to gasp with pleasure or cry out with pain and my body wouldn’t stop shaking because of it.
He stood and released my wrists from the furry leather cuffs, and I sighed with sorrow.
“Please, sir. Please let me come,” I begged.
“Grab that roughly textured pillow over there and crawl out of the cage. I want you to sit up and press it between your thighs. Present your beautiful body to me, my pet,” he directed. I rushed to obey him, aching with pleasure so intense that I knew I would do anything to be granted release. I would do whatever he wanted. The rough fabric of the pillow scratched my tender skin and I tried my best to avoid touching it.
“Yes, sir,” I clamored desperately. My pussy tingled with the painful ache of denial and nothing could make it stop. I needed to come so badly that it hurt.
“If you want to come for me, you’re going to ride that pillow until I tell you to stop. You are not allowed to use your fingers at all, kitten. Do you understand me?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I cried.
“Begin, kitten. Come hard for me all over that pillow,” he directed. With a quiet moan, I lowered my sore flesh onto the pillow, forcing a flash of pain to blossom deep into my core. Hesitantly, I ground my hips into the fabric, dragging my clit against the rough surface. I was surprised at the fact that it felt incredibly good. I rolled again and again, gripping the corner of the pillow and angling it so it pressed more firmly against my needy flesh.
He’d worked me up into so a frenzy that it didn’t take long for my first orgasm to take ahold of me. It was so strong that I froze instantly, just allowing the exquisite bliss that burned through me with a savage fervor.
“Keep going, kitten. I didn’t give you permission to stop,” he reminded me.
I rode that pillow harder and a second orgasm tore through me. Every fiber of my being fluttered with a tingling sensation that held me captive in its firm embrace. I screamed and quivered under its thrall. I couldn’t stop trembling under its power.
My body burned with a need to please him. My sore bottom was still likely pink from the paddle and my asshole ached from my bad girl tail. My pussy stung from his hand, but I rode that pillow hard anyway. The rough fabric was more than enough to send me to tremendous pleasure over and over again as I tried to satisfy the incredible need inside me. I didn’t stop at three orgasms; instead I kept going until I lost count entirely. I kept moving, grinding my pussy against the textured cloth as I rose higher into the world of intense ecstasy that left me breathless and panting.
I burned with arousal that threatened to fray me apart at the seams. My fingertip and the ends of my toes tingled with pleasure and pain until they morphed together into one terrible sensation that threatened to render me undone.
Even when I wanted to stop, I kept riding that pillow because that’s what he expected of me. I was worried that he would punish me again if I paused for even a moment and as my orgasms burned through me, I started to whimper at the intense pain coursing through me with every jolt of pleasure that raced up and down my spine.
There was a tipping point where my orgasms turned more painful than pleasurable, and I started to cry. Every muscle in my body quaked with residual sensation and I couldn’t help but weep from it.
“One more. You will come very hard and very fast for me with tears dripping down your face, kitten, so that you remember to obey me,” he instructed.