The object was narrow and skinny, with a wrapped handle and on the other end was a thick, square piece of leather. It was a crop.
“Please, sir,” I begged, remembering that he had liked being called that before. He shook his head and took the crop into his fingers, dragging the leather tip up my leg and then across my thigh, before he placed it over the top of my mound.
“You will keep your legs open,” he said, flicking the crop gently against my pussy and the first glimmers of pain radiated through my body then. I whimpered softly, but I listened to his command.
He rubbed the tip of the crop against my wetness, along my lips and then my clit. Anxiously, I shuddered, a fresh wave of desire taking hold of me. I forced my legs to stay open, even though I wanted to close them and hide and then the crop flicked down against my clit, hard enough to sting.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he mused, punctuating his words with snaps of the crop, each one increasing in intensity. At first, it hurt, the pain rising in a crescendo but then it twisted into something else, something more pleasurable.
I moaned and the sound of it surprised me.
The crop punished me harder then, slapping against my slick folds, leaving no inch of my pussy untouched. I whined. I cried and I shuddered with pleasure and pain beneath his lash. I was careful to keep my arms above my head, my legs spread open wide for punishment.
“Naughty girl. Look at how much wetter you are now,” he scolded, and I quivered with need. The crop centered over my clit and bit down once, and then twice.
My core clenched hard with desire and I moaned loudly, the sound shameful and lewd even to my own ears.
I heard the swish of the crop and then it cracked against my clit far harder than before. It hurt at first, but then the wash of sensation that followed was one of heat, desire, and longing. I wanted more.
He spanked me hard then, the top of the crop punishing my clit and I shuddered beneath it. My hips rolled, need racing through my veins.
“Come for me,” he demanded.
The crop bit down then and my body obeyed his word. My release washed over me and I cried out. My pussy burned, my sore sensitive flesh sizzling with sensation and I moaned, my hips rocking back and forth as I coped with the rush of pain and pleasure.
My orgasm tore through me, intense and powerful. I shattered into pieces before him. Brilliant white pleasure consumed me, and I shuddered with all of it.
Bane tossed the crop onto the bed beside me and knelt in between my legs. He reached over me, winding his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me to him. His lips pressed against mine and then he kissed me.
I could feel the weight of him, just lightly pushing me into the bed and I quivered with need, meeting his kiss with just as much fervor as he. I could taste myself on his lips, a salty sweetness that left me blushing. His hand around the back of my neck kept me close and with the other, I could feel him undoing his pants.
After a long moment, the head of his cock nudged against my entrance and I stiffened. He pulled back, his eyes searching mine and discovering my hesitation. Slowly, the head of his cock pushed inside me, and I cried out, unused to the stretching sensation but still, he persisted. The thick head spread me wide and I shuddered with pain at first, but then it quickly morphed into something more pleasurable and I whimpered with need.
He pressed onward, his advance slow and steady, but then he met the resistance of my virgin barrier. He drew in an unexpected breath. He kissed me hard then and drew back, his eyes meeting mine, warm and possessive.
“This is going to hurt, little one,” he said softly, and I looked up at him nervously.
“I’m ready,” I murmured, rocking my hips a little. I was so aroused, so turned on that I wanted to feel all of him. I needed him to take me.
“I’m going to make you come so many times that before I’m through with you, you’re going to beg me for mercy,” he warned, and I shook with desire beneath him.
My body was warm, still flushed with the aftereffects from my release and my pussy clenched around his length. Needy and wanting, I moaned softly and that’s when his hips thrust forward.
His cock pierced through my virginity in a single smooth motion. Pain lanced through my core and I cried out at its sudden intensity. My entire body quaked with it for several long moments, but then it began to fade, and I noticed that Bane had stilled entirely, his cock deep in my pussy.
He stared down into my eyes, searching and assessing me.
“Are you alright?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Good. When you’re ready, you’re going to ask me to fuck you,” he instructed, and I couldn’t help but tremble. Eventually, the pain waned, leaving only an endless pool of desire in its wake. My hips twitched and my back arched, back and forth until it was too much.
“Please, fuck me,” I begged, and he grinned darkly.
“Good girl,” he answered, and he pulled back, his cock retreating from my depths before he plunged back inside. I squealed in surprise at first, but then he thrust inside me again and I threw my head back in pleasure. The hand around my neck tightened, holding me close and his lips claimed mine once more.
I lost myself in him then. I opened my thighs wide, rocking my own hips up to meet his and I cried out with pleasure. His tongue delved between my lips, dancing with my own. His kiss was rough, strong, and passionate and I felt myself falling. I kissed him back almost frantically, drawing my arms around him. My fingers tightened, my nails scraping along the thick muscles of his back and he only fucked me harder.
I adored him for it.