It had been just over three months since he’d first given in to her. Initially they had avoided seeing each other in person, to let their feelings subside. But then, at his request, she had come to him once again. They had resumed their previous game; he would choke her and they would enjoy the closeness of each other when she gave in to the darkness. On one of her visits she had taken him by surprise when she kissed him, and though he got caught up in the moment and briefly returned her kiss, he wasn’t ready for another encounter. It was partly guilt, and partly because her husband was still in town. He knew for certain when they next went into the room he wanted to take it further, which meant her husband needed to be out of town again to give her body time to recover. She had confessed that it had taken eight days for her to completely heal. Thankfully she took his rejection well enough, and had not pursued him since that one kiss.
They had socialised on several double dates and he’d gotten a quiet thrill from watching her, knowing what he’d done to her. He would catch her fleetingly glancing his way. He knew she was also remembering their time together. His wife enjoyed vigorous sex on those nights, though she was oblivious to the true reasons for his arousal. She had confessed to him that her husband was also on the receiving end of some enthusiastic sex on those nights. She said she used the memories of what he had done to her in order to achieve a more intense climax. Both of them had also tried with their respective spouses to spice things up a little, but still neither was interested. This, he told himself, was why it was okay for them to occasionally find release with each other.
Today, he had invited her to come to him under the guise of showing her how to utilise the latest video editing software she had just installed. This was the second day of her husband’s trip and he would be gone for almost three weeks more. Today was going to be a special day for them both and he had spent some time planning how they would spend their time together. She of course had no idea what was in store, though he believed she would be hopeful he’d give in to her again. Especially given the timing of his invitation. They were big plans, which would begin as soon as she walked through the door. He watched her walk up the path in a short summer jumpsuit. Her tan had darkened as the weather warmed and her hair had grown since their last encounter. Today she wore it in a high ponytail, some soft curls escaping and framing her face. She was a vision and he smiled at the sight of her, anticipating what he had in store for her.
When she entered she placed her bag by the door. He gave her a peck on the cheek and a quick hug. She returned his hug, but as she moved to pull away he placed his hands on her shoulders to hold her against him, and looked down at her beautiful face. He smiled warmly, lightly stroked her cheek, and leaned down slowly towards her and gently kissed her soft mouth. She parted her lips and sighed into him as she began to kiss him in return. He moved his hands down her arms and gripped her biceps tight, then pushed into her harder and bit her bottom lip. Moving quickly, he used his body to force her to step backwards until she was pressed against the wall. He roughly grabbed her breast and slid one of his legs between hers. She gyrated against his thigh and pressed herself into him. As he pulled away from her he used his strength to bring her away from the wall slightly. He then slammed her back hard into the wall and slapped her.
His sudden intensity drew from her a gasp, but her eyes betrayed her as they darkened and filled with lust. He remembered that look, and knew that she was turned on by his violence. He pressed into her again, pinning her between his body and the wall. He slid a hand up the hem of her jumpsuit and began rubbing her through the thin lace of her panties. She lifted her left leg and pushed herself into his hand, already wet and ready for him. He worked his fingers around her underwear and began fingering her roughly. She shoved against him and used her own hand to push him further into her. She was moaning and he hardened quickly at her willingness to be with him. He knew she could feel his growing erection, and that it turned her on further.
He pulled his fingers from her and pushed them into her mouth. With his other hand he held her jaw. “You remember what to say if you need to stop?” he asked. She couldn’t speak, but she nodded in response. He removed his hand from her mouth but continued to hold her face in his hands. He was squeezing tightly and he could see he was starting to cause her pain. He loosened his grip and kissed her roughly and passionately. As soon as she began returning his kiss he pulled away and using his strength over her, spun her around so her back was pressed into his front. He pushed into her hard so there would be no doubt of how he was feeling and where the day was heading.
She pushed back into him in response and he snaked his arm around her neck and rested his other hand on the back of her head. She arched to allow him full access to her throat and as he began to squeeze she stiffened and gripped his forearm tightly. As the edges of her vision closed in he spoke into her ear, “Today’s your lucky day.” Then she slumped over and went limp in his arms.
***
She came to slowly and unsure of exactly where she was. She knew when he chocked her like this she was never out for long, but today in waking, something felt different. She hadn’t yet woken enough to figure out what it was. For the moment she was thinking about the greeting she’d received upon her arrival, and the words she’d heard him speak as his arm tightened around her neck.
As she blinked away the darkness she realised she felt different because she was on her stomach instead of her back. But not just on her stomach, she was draped across his lap. And her jumpsuit had been roughly pulled up between her cheeks. At that moment, when he sensed she was fully awake he smacked her hard across the exposed flesh of her bottom. She yelped a little at the pain and wriggled. He gripped her ponytail tightly and while yanking her head back smacked her again. And again. The pain with each slap intensified and her yelps transformed into groans. He continued to grip her hair, pulling it between slaps. The fire between her legs grew with the pain and even she was surprised by how turned on she found herself becoming.
She’d always liked pain with her pleasure. Sometimes her husband accidentally laid on her hair and pulled it when they were having sex, sometimes when they were enjoying doggy style her head had repeatedly hit the headboard. On these occasions she never stopped because the addition of the pain sent her over the edge with pleasure. A few times her husband had realised he was hurting her, albeit accidentally, and immediately stopped and apologised. Not matter what she did or said or suggested, her husband would not indulge her. That’s why now she didn’t feel particularly guilty playing this game with their friend. It was a release for them both, something they both found pleasurable. Seeing as though they couldn’t get what they needed with their partners, why not with each other?
A particularly sharp slap bought her back to the current situation and she groaned again. Another slap but this time he did not move his hand from her bottom. Instead rubbed her flesh for a moment, somewhat soothing the sting of his blows. Then, he slipped his hand into her underwear and began fingering her again. He thrust in and out of her vigorously, drawing from her a moan of longing. He pulled her hair harder and as he slid his fingers back inside her, one made its way up her arse. She moaned again and pushed herself into him. She loved the feeling of him filling her holes and she could feel herself about to climax. She held herself back, but then realised that as yet, he hadn’t forbidden her from having an orgasm so, as he used his hand to work her pussy and her arse, she rocked back into him and came.
She lay there panting wondering what would be next. It seemed to her that he had already started quite rough, and she sensed he was really going to push her limits today. She wanted that, wanted the pain to be more intense, to feel even more vulnerable and humiliated at his hands. She began to suspect today might hold more pleasure that she could handle. She could barely contain her anticipation.
He roughly withdrew his fingers from her holes and using his grip on her hair he pulled her back and swung her around so she was now sitting on his lap, facing him. He released her hair and moved his hands to fondle her breasts through her clothes. He pinched at her nipples, tugging them through the material of her jumpsuit. She moaned and tipped her head back as his hands moved down her body to release himself form his shorts. She was surprised they were here already, but she moved back a little to give him room to free himself.
Her surprise grew as he lifted her with him as he stood. She clung to him, enjoying the feeling of his hardness against her. He dug his fingers hard into her upper thighs and pushed her off him. She landed ungracefully on the floor at his feet and she looked up at him to find he was smiling at her. He dropped his shorts and underwear as he watched her. As she rose to her knees she understood what he wanted from her and eagerly took him in her mouth. She’d somehow forgotten just how big he was and as she worked him deeper she became overwhelmed with desire. At that moment he gripped each side of her head and began to thrust himself into her mouth. She began to gag as he forced his way to the back of her throat. He was unrelenting in his movements and her eyes began to water as she repeatedly choked on him.
Her desire was evident in the wetness that soaked through her lace underwear and down her thighs. She moved her hand between her legs and began rubbing her throbbing clit. A swift adjustment and she slid two fingers into herself. Her movements caught his attention and he withdrew from her mouth, gripped her by her ponytail, and slapped her across the face. She groaned loudly as the pain, combined with the pleasure she was giving herself, caused her to reach the edge. She began fingering herself more vigorously and he slapped her again. She came, hard and fast. As she knelt gasping he pulled her hair in order to make her stand.
“I think that’s enough coming for you for a while. No more until I say.”
She nodded her obedience. He released her hair and used his fingers to motion to her that she was to turn around. She spun slowly and stood with her back to him, waiting. She could sense some movement behind her, and suddenly that sweet, now familiar scent reached her. Her body stiffened slightly in anticipation and sure enough a rag was pressed against her face. She took deep breaths and felt the darkness close in. He pressed himself hard against her and she relished the feeling of his body against hers. He pushed the rag in harder and as her eyes closed and the darkness overcame her, she thought to herself “what could possibly be next?”
***
He was struggling to keep himself under control. He had almost come while she gave him head. She had a real talent for that. He loved how good she was at it, and that she took whatever he gave her. Thankfully, he’d managed to hold back and now, as he finished tying her to the bed, he was pleased he’d maintained his composure. He had stripped her naked and had not only stretched her arms out and tied them above her head, but he’d also spread her legs wide and tied her ankles to the foot of the bed. She look incredible there splayed before him. He had also removed his own clothes and was standing naked beside the bed. His erection had eased but he felt it slowly grow as he looked her over.
She moaned softly as she started coming to. She kept her eyes shut, and he watched as she slowly regained her senses. First she tried to move her arms, then her muscles tensed at the realisation she was restrained. She then tried to bend her left leg. Feeling her movement was restricted she moaned again and tried her right leg. Again, she was unable to move and she finally opened her eyes and looked down her body.
She took in her own nakedness, the way her body was bound to the bed forming an ‘X’, and then her gaze found his. The intensity in her eyes astonished him. They had darkened so much they were almost black pools of lust, longing and desire. She looked around the room and her eyes moved from the candles he’d lit at the bedside table, to the large whip at her side, and the two vibrators and nipple clamps next to the whip. She returned her gaze to him, and held it as she continued to test her bonds. She tried several times to bend her legs, to move her arms from above her head. Finally, realising that she was firmly bound and there would be no escape, she sighed again and settled her head back to the pillow and waited.
He picked up the whip. He had invested in one significantly larger than the one she had brought to him. It would cause her more pain, leave deeper marks. He was torn between being careful and really letting her have it. He decided to start off slow and increase her pain gradually. He could feel her eyes watching him consider the whip. He trailed the whip through his fingers and met her gaze. He let the whip fall to her stomach and enjoyed the quickening of her breath and the way her muscles tensed involuntarily. He moved the tendrils down across her pelvis, past her pussy and down her leg. He slowly let it trail back up her leg and he paused at her pussy. He lightly rubbed her with the strands of leather. Despite not pushing it into her, as he raised the whip to continue moving it up her body it came away wet. She shuddered slightly as he moved the whip over her stomach, her breasts and then hung it above her mouth. Without prompting she extended her tongue and licked her juices from the whip.
In that moment he changed his mind about how to approach his next move. He wanted to whip her ass, not her front. But he did have something in store for her breasts, stomach and pussy and having her bound like this was the perfect opportunity. He climbed onto the bed, mounting her and immediately began thrusting himself into her wet pussy. She arched her back as much as her bound position would allow, and groaned loudly as he stretched her pussy wide with his cock. He thrust harder and watched as she bit her lip and began to fight her restraints. He withdrew as quickly as he’d entered and crawled his way up her body to place himself over her face. She opened her mouth to receive him, and he pushed himself into her hard and fast. As he fucked her mouth she gagged repeatedly, her eyes watered and her screams were muffled by his cock. He was relentless and enjoyed watching her struggle to he pushed himself further and further down her throat.
He was on the brink, so pulled himself from her mouth. A long, thick trail of saliva clung to his cock. Her cheeks were wet with her tears and she coughed and swallowed hard several times while gasping for air. He moved off her and picked up the nipple clamps. She wriggled and watched as he first fondled, then clamped her left nipple and then did the same to her right. He tugged hard and though she cried out in pain, but her back arched in pleasure. He decided then that all his next moves would come in quick succession. He would give her no time to recover and would continue to push her to her limits. He pulled at the clamps again then slapped her breasts. He slid his hand down her stomach and over her pussy. Her heat was radiating and he slipped a finger into her slit to rub at her clit.
She moaned, closed her eyes and relaxed into his hand. He used his free hand to yank on the clamps again and felt her clit throb beneath him as he inflected the pain. He withdrew his finger and raised his arm high over her pussy. She still had her eyes closed so did not see his hand begin to move down with speed. The smack on her pussy was hard and she convulsed at the sensation. She opened her eyes and it pleased him to see them once again watering from the pain he was inflicting. He raised his hand again and slapped harder at her wet pussy. She yelped and he slapped her again, and again. Her legs tried to close in reflex to the pain, but with her ankles bound she had no escape from his hand. Another slap and then he slid his fingers over he clit and into her pussy. He roughly began to finger her, occasionally removing his hand to slap her. Each smack brought with it a small squeal which was quickly replaced by moaning as he slid his fingers back into her wet hole.
He pushed his pussy soaked fingers into her mouth and she again cleaned him of her own juices. He removed his fingers and leant down to kiss her. She returned his kiss greedily and moaned into his mouth as he tugged at the nipple clamps once more. This increased the intensity of her kiss and he matched it with his. He slid his hand up her chest and clamped it around her throat. Her eyes widened with shock. He continued to kiss her passionately as his grip around her neck tightened. Her kiss diminished as she began to struggle for air, but he kept his mouth planted firmly over hers. He watched her closely and as her eyes begin to dim slightly he loosened his grip. She gasped loudly as the air rushed back into her lungs.
He smiled at her and gently stroked her cheek and ran his thumb over her luscious mouth. He kissed her again, softly, as he traced his hand back down over her chest. He gave a sudden sharp tug on the clamps and muffled her cry with his mouth. He kept a firm grip on the chain of the nipple clamps as he began to rise. He looked down at her as he pulled the chain higher and higher as he stood straighter. She bit her lip hard to stop from crying out as her nipples were stretched. He pulled harder and higher and tears began to fall. He would not relent, and finally she whimpered softly as he gave a particularly brutal tug. He let the chain of the clamps drop to her chest and she sobbed a little.
He let her catch her breath for a few moments. He kept his eyes on her as he turned slightly, and reached down for the largest of the candles on the bedside table. Her eyes widened as she watched him. He could see she was trying to process what was happening, that she was wondering if he was about to do what she suspected. So as not to keep her guessing he picked up the candle and turned back to her. He carefully knelt up on the bed next to her, and moved closer so he was directly above her. He watched as her body began to tremble slightly and her muscles twitched in anticipation.
He’d lit the candles about two hours prior to her arriving. The layer of hot wax on top was thick. With eyes still on her he softly blew the candle out. He lowered his arm and gently tipped the still hot wax over her breasts. She writhed and tensed into her bonds and he slowly moved the candle and its dripping wax down her stomach and over the lips of her smooth pussy. Each time the wax landed on her skin she both flinched and moaned quietly. He could see the redness the heat was causing. He was surprised by her relative silence. He was certain this would be her limit. But as she hadn’t spoken he continued to move the candle between her pussy and her breasts pouring the hot wax over her skin. The wax dripped and rolled over her smooth body. He watched with interest as it dripped down the folds of her pussy, seemingly sealing the lips together.
As the wax cooled and hardened on her body she watched him. There was a new intensity there, and though she was clearly hurting she had not spoken the word. He admired her strength, but suspected she was feeling a lot of pleasure despite the all pain. To test his theory he decided it was time to explore her with his mouth. He placed the candle back on the bedside table and knelt between her splayed legs. He ran his hands over her breasts, tugging slightly at the clamps still holding her nipples. Then, he moved his hands slowly down her body, flaking away some of the wax as he did. He watched as goosebumps formed on her soft skin at his touch.
Hands gliding over her hips and onto her pubic mound. He rubbed lightly at the wax smothering her pussy. Slowly, he used his fingers to pull the lips of her pussy apart, watching as the hard wax stretched her skin as it began to break its hold. He rubbed her lips hard, removing the wax from the inside of her folds. As he’d suspected, the wax had turned her on. He could see her wetness flowing as he not so gently worked away the last of the wax from her pussy. He pumped himself into her hard and fast. Unsurprisingly she was hot and wet. He removed himself from her, knelt before her and buried his face in her glorious pussy.
***
He slowly moved his tongue over her swollen clit and she arched into him as much as her bonds would allow. She was surprised when earlier she had woken up to see herself so openly displayed. She couldn’t move at all, which meant she had no physical way of stopping him. The only way to get him to stop was to speak the word. It was a power play on his part and she found it incredibly arousing that he’d left her in such a vulnerable state. As his tongue pressed harder to her she throbbed with desire. He was so good with his mouth, and this was going to be where he really tested her ability to hold back her orgasm.
When she’d seen him pick up the candle she hadn’t quite believed he would do what she thought he was going to. She’d known if they were ever together again it was going to be more intense, but she hadn’t given much thought to what he’d actually do. She hadn’t known what to expect, and today the surprises were relentless. But as the hot wax had landed on her skin, the pain was sharp and focused. She thought it was going to be too much, and was taken aback by how much she was turned on. She thought she knew what she liked, and was pleased how he was opening her to new ways to enjoy pain. She was practically gushing with lust as the hot wax dripped over her body and covered her pussy.
She groaned, loud and low as his tongue found her hole. She couldn’t quite believe how willing he was to taste her, especially given her wetness. She was still a little embarrassed by how wet she became, but it was soon forgotten as the pleasure he gave her overcame all her other feelings. She strained against her wrist bonds hard. She wanted to push his head into her pussy. Her inability to do so was both frustrating and arousing. She moaned louder and relaxed herself into the bed. This gave the leg bonds the smallest amount of slack, which she used to her advantage by tilting herself into him.
He worked his tongue back to her clit and slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. He teased her with his finger for a few thrusts then pushed a second inside her. She felt herself tightening around him and tipped her head back in ecstasy as he bit her clit while slipping in a third finger. She closed her eyes and revelled in his touch. He worked his fingers in, his thrusts becoming more purposeful. He licked and sucked her slit, used his tongue to play with her clit. She began to fight to hold back her pleasure. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She tried to distract herself by focusing on her bonds and the residual pain left by the hot wax.
She was almost in control when he suddenly stretched her wider by inserting a fourth finger. Her breathing became heavy and fast and she began to fight her bonds vigorously. She could feel them biting into her ankles and wrists hard and she became frustrated, as the pain she was causing herself while trying to hold back turned her on even more. He used his hand to work her hole hard while his mouth and tongue relentlessly worked her slit and clit. He nipped her with his teeth, licked her from hole to clit, sucked her into his mouth. All the while fingering her harder and faster. She told herself she could hold back. That she could endure this and not give in.
She began to breath a little easier as his hand began to move slower inside her. His mouth slowed too and she was relieved he seemed to be ready to move onto his next method of domination. As he slowly moved four fingers inside her, then three she sighed and some tension left her body. The two remaining fingers began to move a little faster again and her breath quickened in response. A quick shove and four fingers were back inside her. She moaned as four became two, then two became four again. The way he moved his hand inside her was incredible and she found herself panting hard as she again fought to hold back.
She realised what was about to happen only moments before it did. Sure enough as two fingers returned to her pussy on the next thrust of his hand, two rammed into her arse. A primal sound rumbled in her throat as her body convulsed with pleasure. It was too much for her as he fingered her holes, all the while still using his mouth over her clit and slit. She tried to move away from him but there was nowhere to go. Her bonds were far too tight to allow escape and as he thrust his fingers into her pussy and arse, she knew this was going to break her. She tried to hold back but the pleasure he was giving her with his mouth and hand was just too much. He again bit her clit. Pushed his fingers into her holes with relentless movement.
She tried to tell herself ‘no’, even spoke the word softly in an effort to hold back. She knew he was going to punish her if she came without permission. But he wasn’t stopping, he just kept fingering her arse, fingering her pussy, using his mouth all over her juicy cunt. He sucked her clit hard and he moved his hand faster and prodded her further. And she came. Her moan was long and loud and her body shuddered as she released. Her juices flowed over his hand and he lapped her up with his mouth. She came hard and she felt herself tightening around his fingers as the tension of the orgasm left her body. She looked down at him, watched him lick her and enjoyed feeling his fingers withdraw from her arse and pussy.
He looked up at her from between her legs. She knew as soon as she looked into his eyes she was going to pay for coming. He moved slowly, first placing his hands on either side of her hips and raising onto all fours. He inched towards her, crawling over her body until his face was above hers. His beautiful green eyes narrowed as he considered her. She opened her mouth to speak but a sudden flair across his face made her pause.
“Did I say you could come?”
She shook her head in response.
“You came.”
She nodded.
“I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me.”
She nodded again.
“You only have yourself to blame for what happens next.”
She remained still and watched as he raised up onto his knees above her and reached over for the chloroform and the rag that were on the bedside table. She questioned herself as to why she hadn’t noticed it earlier. Watched as he undid the lid and poured the sweet liquid into the rag. Watched as he returned his attention to her. As he held the rag in his left hand, his right snaked up her the side of her body, across her still clamped breasts and found her neck. He gripped her throat and squeezed. She watched him as he watched her begin to struggle for air. Her body tensed in the bonds and her vision began to fade as the darkness closed in.
Suddenly, he released his grip on her and her vision came back and air was able to fill her lungs. As she gasped for air he roughly shoved the soaked rag over her nose and mouth. She breathed deeply and could taste the chloroform. She had a brief moment of panic as her vision began to fade. But as she sought, then found, his eyes, she relaxed into him and allowed the darkness to swallow her.
***
Hearing her say ‘no’ while he was buried in her pussy was something he would relish for some time to come. He wasn’t sure if she realised she’d spoke out loud, but the desperation behind the word drove him to go at her harder. He wanted so baldy for her to lose all control and come, in spite of him telling her not to. And she had. He had pushed her over the edge. He was pleased that he had driven her to disobey him, and that now he got to punish her. He would have done what he was about to anyway, but now he could throw in some extra verbal insults to really humiliate her.
He’d given her a slightly stronger dose of chloroform to keep her out longer. He needed a little extra time to get her ready for the next round, and once again let his erection die down. He untied her ankles and wrists, removed the nipple clamps, and rolled her over onto her stomach. He manoeuvred her arms above her head and placed them closer together, before binding her wrists to the bedhead once more. Her arms were at full stretch above her head. He moved her legs wide but did not tie them. He wanted to give her some freedom of movement. He ran his hands over her chaffed ankles. She really had fought. He heard her make some small noises and quickened his movements. He took the smaller of the two vibrators and slid it into her still wet pussy. She moaned and her turned it on. She moaned loader and spoke his name.
He climbed off the bed and stood beside her watching as she fully woke. He picked up the whip and held it at his side, waiting for the right moment to begin her punishment. He watched her face carefully. First there was confusion as the sensation of coming to was magnified by the vibrator inside her. Then he saw her eyelids flutter as her eyes rolled back with pleasure and she licked her lips. She groaned and arched her back and as she moved she realised that though her hands were tied, her legs no longer were. She flexed and stretched them as she wriggled against the sensation of the vibrator.
He began to trace the whip over her back. She shuddered as goosebumps once again spread over her body. He moved the tendrils further down her back, and over her arse. He moved it slowly back and forth across her bottom and she moaned. He leant down and moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy and she moaned louder.
“You are such a slut.”
She gasped a little as he shoved the vibrator back in. He stood raised the whip above his head. She flinched, scrunched up her eyes in anticipation. The whip landed with force across the soft flesh of her bottom. She yelped and convulsed. He raised the whip again and smacked her hard. She gasped and bit her lip. He shoved the whip into her slit and covered it with her juices. She shuddered at the sensation of the vibrator still in her pussy and the leather of the whip rubbing against her clit. He pulled the whip away and watched as her wetness hung between it and her pussy. He dragged it back over her bottom, then began whipping her non-stop. Because the whip was larger than the one they used last time, he had a little less control of it. Soon, the flesh of her bottom and lower back became red and welted, but he did not stop. She cried out, and tried to wriggle away. Tears began streaming from her eyes but she continued to take what he gave her. He smarted her a few more times then lay the whip by her side.
He noted she was breathing heavily, and her body was twitching from the pain. He slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her slit. Then, he pushed a wet finger into her arse. She was still in pain, he could see it on her tear streaked face. But despite that she moaned with longing as he slid his finger in and out of her arse while the vibrator pulsed in her pussy.
“Do you think that was enough punishment for disobeying me?” he asked.
She groaned in response and nodded. He laughed, deliberately making it sound cruel. He rammed his finger into her harder and said, “Do you really think that’s all you’re going to get for being such a fucking hoare?”
Her face crinkled at his words, but her body betrayed her true feelings as she rocked back into him. He withdrew his finger and moved his hand to her raw bottom. He rubbed her for a moment, his touch tender, then he gave her a hard smack with his open hand. She squealed and writhed at his touch.
He slid his had back between her legs. He played with the vibrator briefly before moving it slowly out of her pussy. Her juices covered it well, and he used them to help it glide into her arse. She gasped and moved to raise her hips slightly, allowing more access. He slowly manoeuvred the vibrator in and out, pushing it further in each time. He could feel her opening to it, and the low rumble that escaped her made his cock suddenly lurch with desire. He moved the vibrator faster and before long he was able to fully insert it into her tight arse. He left it there, left it on and climbed onto the bed.
He positioned himself between her legs and gripped her hips. He pulled at her body until she made her way onto her knees. He pressed his hardness into her and she bent her back further to allow him to push deeper inside. She was hot and wet and he became harder as he slipped inside her. He groaned at the pleasure of her and she moaned in response and pushed herself into him. He gripped her hips and began thrusting deep into her pussy. She moaned again and gasped as he moved one hand and began to play with the vibrator in her arse. He moved it in and out in time with his own pumps.
As he fucked her he moved his other hand from her hip and began spanking her bottom. It was raised high and it was at the perfect angle to receive his blows. Each time his hand landed, she shuddered, then pushed herself back into him. She began thrusting herself hard into him so his cock went as deep as it possibly could. He moved the vibrator vigorously and spanked her with ferocity. She made a sound deep and low in her throat and he could feel her pussy responding to his fucking.
“Don’t you dare come,” he reminded her. She didn’t need to know he was also reminding himself. He was close to the end, but wasn’t quite finished with her yet.
She made a frustrated sound. He ceased his spanking and with a rough movement shoved the vibrator back into her arse. He withdrew form her and picked up the second, larger vibrator form the bed. It wasn’t quite as big as his own cock, but was still significant in size. He turned it on to its highest setting, and began pressing it into her slit and pushed it hard against her throbbing clit. She moaned loudly and began pulling hard at her wrist bonds. He could see she wanted more so he moved the vibrator slowly around her clit. He then began to move it towards her hole. She arched into it and he used the tip of the vibrator around her before beginning to slide it inside her pussy. She tipped her head back in ecstasy and cried out, “Yes!”
He pushed the vibrator in hard and left it there as he caressed the welts on her bottom. He ran his hand over her back and around to fondle her breasts. As he pinched her nipples, still tender from the clamps, she panted and cried out with pleasure at his touch. With a swift movement he manoeuvred himself so he was beside her.
He untied her hands and commanded her, “On all fours.”
She did as he asked. He could see she was moving carefully to keep the vibrators in her pussy and arse. She slid back and then raised onto her hands and knees. She winced as her weight spread onto her bruised wrists. He moved so he was kneeling in front of her. She looked at him with widened eyes. He smiled down at her and stroked her face. She pressed her check into his hand. With a quick movement he pulled back and slapped her. She cried out and he gripped her jaw in his hand.
“Open wide.”
She again did as he asked. He let out a long moan as he pushed his way into her mouth. He went slowly at first, pushing just a little of himself in and out of her. He loved the feeling of her mouth around him and he gripped the back of her head and began moving deeper into her. Her moans became muffled by his cock and he moved more vigorously, pumping himself into her deeper until she began to gag. He groaned loudly. With his had twisting into her hair and pulling it he used it to control her. He thrust long and deep, making her gag harder. Her moans turned to cries as she choked on his huge cock as he forced it in deeper and deeper. Tears streamed down her face as he pushed deeper still.
“You’re really taking it like the slut you are. You love having all your holes filled at once, don’t you?”
Her attempt at a response was muffled by his cock fucking her face. He couldn’t believe how much she’d taken today and as he watched her with a vibrator in her pussy, and one up her arse and her mouth around his cock he was overcome. He tipped his head back and let out a long, low moan and with a forceful thrust, he held her around his cock and released himself into her mouth. She gagged as his hot liquid slid down her throat. He pulsed into her mouth as all of him emptied into her. As he softened he withdrew from her and she gasped for air, swallowing hard. Tears still rolled from her eyes and she cough a little as she regained her composure.
He moved beside her and stroked her softly across her back and bottom. He slowly and carefully removed the vibrator from her arse, turned it off and put it to the side. He then did the same for the one in her pussy. He moved back beside her and lay down. He gently helped her to lie down. For a moment her face was unreadable. Her beautiful brown eyes sought his, and he knew then how happy she was. He stretched out an arm and slid it under her and guided her to roll into him. He held her close and she sighed into him, content.
***
She couldn’t believe what he’d put her through. It was such a thrill to be hurt so much, she was still coming to terms with how turned on his dominance made her. The larger whip was almost too much for her, but she was glad she held out because what he did with those vibrators and his cock was incredible. She took stock of her body as she lay with him. Her wrists were chaffed deeply and bruises were already forming. Her ankles bore the marks of her bonds too. Her nipples were still hard and tender from the clamps and her skin was spotted with red welts from the hot wax. She could still feel the sting of the whip on her bottom and lower back.
She was grateful to him, for fulfilling her desires. She felt that she owed him, and she already had an idea for how she would repay him. She was tired and she ached. He would ask her to move soon, so he would have time to put things in order before his wife got home from work. She would go home and have a long hot bath to soothe her body. But for now, she closed her eyes and rested with him.