“Not yet,” he said, winking evilly.
He crawled up my body, his mouth moving over my breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth as he drug the head of his cock across my wetness, only dipping the head of it in for a taste.
His teeth sunk into the flesh of my breast, causing me to howl out in pleasure, just as his cock speared me with one hard thrust.
For three painful minutes his teeth stayed locked onto that spot, his cock pulling in and out of me as I moaned and rocked into him. He let out a gasping breath, smiling when he looked down at my naked flesh, and saw the indentations of his teeth marred into my skin.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
I nodded my head, too far gone to answer with anything but moans and erotic shivers.
“Master asked you a question,” he shouted, whipping me with the crop.
I orgasmed spontaneously, the feel of his cock inside me and the sting of the crop against my breast was too much to hold my pleasure in.
He quickly pulled out of me then turned me around, taking the crop to my ass five times before I started to feel the skin rip and a massive, burning stinging sensation.
“Stop!” I shouted.
It was like he was in a rage, and it didn’t feel like he was going to stop.
“Master, please. Stop!”
He hit me one more time with the crop before he gripped my ass and shoved his cock back into me. I couldn’t hold myself up, so I laid there as he fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked before. His guttural growls were fucking hot as hell but scary too.
Every once in a while, he’d slap my ass with his hand, igniting the sting he had inflicted on my cheeks.
“Your ass looks so good red and raw,” he hissed out. His fingers tightened on my hips. “Master is pleased.”
Tears pricked my eyes as actual pain took over my body, but I was trying to fight it, hoping he would reach his release.
He smacked me again, and this time I actually cried out, literal tears spilling down my face.
His fingers dug in deeper, and my head started hitting the headboard.
If he didn’t stop, I was sure he would kill me.
“Red!” I shouted.
He didn’t stop.
“RED! WASP! RED!”
It was like the safe word sparked his orgasm because his seed spilled into me, his whole-body shuddering with each painful thrust.
When all his seed was spent, he pulled out of me, and I felt the binds holding my hands together unravel.
For a few seconds I just laid there stunned. I knew this was nothing compared to the torture he inflicted on Keelie, but damn, for a beginner, despite the pain, that shit was hot as hell and scary too.
Did he black out?
Why didn’t he stop when I said red?
Was that normal?
He helped me up, clutching me when he saw the tear marks down my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Shasta. Please, don’t cry.”