The strap settled against my aching bud and my entire body stilled.
He wouldn’t. Please, let him decide I had had enough.
He would.
He flicked his wrist and the moment that the leather connected with my clit, a wail of agony escaped my lips. The roar of pain was strong at first, even more terrible than I had anticipated, and then it spread into my core, twisting with the fierce pleasure that was trapped inside me.
I cried even harder. I tried to close my thighs, tried to cover my scorched nipples with my fingers but then I remembered I was bound. Helpless. He could punish me with that wicked little strap for as long as he liked, and I didn’t have a choice about taking a single stroke.
He lined up the strap with my clit once more and I sobbed. I begged and pleaded for mercy but found not even an ounce of it.
“One more, little girl. Be strong for me. This one is going to be the hardest of all because I want you to remember what happens when you defy me. If you’re very good and take it for me, I’ll reward you with my cock next,” he said softly.
I trembled, rolling my hips back and forth just a hair with my nervousness.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
The strap cracked down against my pussy, much harder than before and I couldn’t stop fresh tears from rolling down my face. As the agony tore through me, I opened my mouth in a scream, but Vane’s lips dropped to mine and he swallowed my wails of pain.
He took my pain and claimed it as his in that single soul-devouring kiss.
I gave it to him. I gave him everything.
He groaned, the sound low in his throat, and my pussy clenched with excitement. I could hear him unbuckling his belt and I couldn’t contain my desire for him as I felt the heat of him press against me. His cock was hard, an iron shaft promising me infinite pleasure as soon as he forced it inside my body. I’d have spread my legs for him, but I was already bound wide open.
He made me wait. I hated it when he made me wait and he did it because he knew that.
I tried to roll my hips. I tried to beg him with my body as his lips stole my cries of need. My pussy burned, simmering agony from the cruel little strap. My nipples felt exceedingly tender and I was glad they weren’t scraping against anything right now. I felt like a very well punished little girl, but I knew my ordeal was far from over.
He had yet to punish me with his cock.
He’d promised to fuck my pussy and my mouth. He’d also promised to fuck me somewhere much more shameful too.
He was going to fuck my ass.
I squirmed just a little bit, thinking about what it would feel like to take his cock there for the very first time. How it might hurt. How it would feel good. How it would make me wet.
I was wet just thinking about it now.
His cock teased at my entrance, finding me soaked for him. He pulled away from our kiss and used his thumb to brush away a stray tear as it rolled down my cheek.
“You’re going to come for me and you’re going to come hard, little human. By the time I’m through with you, every single one of your holes is going to be sore and used. You’re going to come for me so many times that you’re going to beg me to stop. Then I’m going to make you come for me again, no matter how much you plead, because it’s not up to you, is it, little girl?” he murmured softly, his voice cold and hard next to my ear.
“No, sir. It’s up to you,” I whispered, shivering with need.
Slowly, I felt his cock breach my entrance and I keened softly. His shaft was so wide. It hurt as he pressed into me at first. My body struggled to take him, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I could feel the roughly ridged head of his cock graze along my inner walls and I tightened reflexively around him. He rewarded me with a groan, and I did it again, despite the fact that it ignited a fresh wave of soreness as he pushed himself further inside me.
No matter how many times he fucked me, I could never get used to the size of him. He pushed into me slowly at first and then he snapped his hips hard, forcing the entirety of his cock into me in one single motion. I cried out and my pussy convulsed around him, trying desperately to take him before I had been ready. My core ached with ebbing pain and building pleasure. His hips pressed against the tender flesh of my freshly spanked pussy and I whimpered softly as the sting burned to life once more.
His fingers explored the lower curve of my breasts and I sucked in a breath. I feared that he would torture my nipples next.
And he did.
He gripped them with his rough fingertips, pinching them gently before twisting them hard again and again. My nipples burned hotly, and the air rushed out of my lungs. It hurt a lot. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes even as my pussy tightened around his length. I hated it. I adored it.
I wanted so much more.
The projections at the base of his cock chose that moment to spring to life. They gyrated against my clit and I arched my head back, unable to cope with his thick girth between my legs as well as the sensations he was forcing through my body. I was hot. Needy. Desperate.