Loran

 

 

 

There's hope illuminating her eyes. Hope that I won't deny her a much needed orgasm, now that I've had my fun.

But it wouldn't be punishment if I permitted her to come. I told her I would punish her, and while the spanking might have come across as punishment, never once did I think it would suffice. I knew she'd get off on it. She didn't have to tell me that she's into these things, her body speaks louder and more clearly than any words could.

"Lick it up," I tell her calmly, pointing to the drops of cum pooling at the corner of her mouth. She does as she's told, tossing me a naughty smile, and then closing her eyes when she swallows my jizz with contented flourish.

That little minx.

"You're not coming today, toy," I say. "No matter what kind of tricks you try to play on me."

Her eyes flicker with understanding. “I’m not playing any tricks on you.”

I cast her a severe look, my eyebrows arching with warning. Next, I unfasten the rope so that I can help her get up, enjoying the view of her shaking like a young deer just learning to walk. She's a natural beauty, and I love seeing her like this, bared, used, and dripping with my cum. I wish I had the time to fill her every hole with it today, but I have other commitments that will force me to leave the house soon.

She's standing next to me, supporting herself up against the bondage horse. She peers at me through widened eyes, her expression almost appearing innocent, except fort he remains of dried cum dotting her cheeks.

"Turn around," I demand. "Show me your ass."

A shy smile scurries across her face as she readily obeys my demand. Her ass exhibits different shades of red, each hue appearing as wide stripes that mark both of her luscious cheeks. I was careful not to draw blood, but the marks are clearly visible, and they will be for a few more days.

"This will remind you not to defy me."

She turns around then, delivering a smile that suggests she's about to object.

"No," she says, proving my suspicion. "It will only remind me of the good part."

She pauses, biting her lower lip as she ponders whether it's smart to continue speaking. I jut my chin forward, beckoning her to finish saying whatever it is she has on her mind.

"Your punishment was much worse than that," she says eventually. "It's the agony of not coming after I've been teased to no end, after I've felt your cock inside me - that's what will remind me not to defy you."

I nod, taking a step toward her until I’m near enough to close my arms around her. She's in the know about everything, and yet she chooses to enjoy the things inflicted upon her, seeking to get as much out of it herself as she can.

I clearly failed at picking a suitable victim for what I originally had in mind.

Real fear, real submission. What does that even mean? I'm beginning to question my scheme, but I'm in too deep now to see a way out of it. I don't know what I'm going to do with her. For all that I don’t know, I do know one thing: I'm not letting her go, because I'm nowhere near done with her.

"You need to take a shower," I announce.

Her eyes rest on mine for a moment, as if she expects me to say something else, but when I remain silent. she turns and walks toward the bathroom. The red stripes painted across her ass dance seductively as she sways her hips. I just came on her beautiful face, but I crave her as much as if that had never happened. I check the time on my Rolex. There's not much time left before I need to leave, but it could be just enough.

I hear her starting the shower. Without thinking twice, I rid myself of my shirt and pants. Stroking my throbbing cock, my steps lead me towards the sound of the running water and rising steam. She doesn't even look surprised when I appear next to her, turning her wet and naked body around so she's facing the wall. Eagerly hollowing her back, she looks over her shoulder, warm water streaming down her face, cleansing away the remains from our earlier exploit.

"You want me again?" she asks, reaching one hand behind her to spread her ass cheeks apart. "Which hole, master?"

I growl. This is only because I didn't let her come. She's acting this way because her mind is blinded by lust.

Nevertheless, she shouldn't be this eager, not after all I've told her.

"You're not scared at all, are you?" I say, my voice muffled by the water streaming down on us. I reach for the faucet next to her and change the setting to rain. The dribbling flow will encompass us in the water's warmth without the disruptive noise of a regular shower stream.

"After all I've told you, after all I've done to you, you stand here and offer me everything, willingly giving your body to a man who took you without - as you said - having the right to do so."

Her eyelashes flutter and she evades me for a moment, looking as if she's been caught doing something wrong.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks. "You want me to scream at you? Fight you? Kick you? Just so you can tie me up again, maybe even leave me alone on that stretching bank for all eternity?"

Her eyes wander back up to mine, searching for an answer I'm not willing – maybe not even able – to give her.

"Yes, that's what you want, isn't it?" she adds. "You want me desperate, you want me scared. You want me to act out against your wishes."

My eyes narrow scarily as I start closing in on her. She sighs when my thick, long, hard length pokes roughly into her back, and I don't stop her from reaching for it, closing her small hand around it. I suppress a moan when she starts stroking me, directing the tip between her ass cheeks as she hollows her spine even more, leaning back into me with yearning.

"I'm sorry," she breathes huskily. "But I've always been a bad actress. I can’t play the role of a poor victim who's appalled at you for doing this to me, because that's not who I am. That's not how I feel."

"You're naive," I snap. "This is not one of your jobs. I didn't buy you. If I wanted an eager slave who was willing to serve me just like that, offering herself to me off-handedly because there's payment at the end - then I would've gone to the agency like I have before."

Her eyes widen in surprise. It seems that aspect wasn't clear to her until now, the fact that I was actually a former client of the agency she works for.

"You're right, this is different," she agrees. "It's real, just like you wanted. I'm giving you nothing else but the real me."

Her grip around my cock tightens, and I watch as she guides the tip to her core. Warm water is pearling down her spine, parting into streams as the water travels across the bruised curves of her ass. I let her do it. I don't stop her from moving my cock where she wants it, and I don't retreat when she leans back, taking in my length, her channel clenching with need. I stand as if paralyzed, watching my toy moan as she takes all of me in, moving her hips back and forth as she fucks me.

She's the one fucking me this time.

My hands dig into her sides. I take over control, pushing her against the wall as I ram my iron-hard cock between her tight lips. She moans, pressing into the wall. Her eyes are closed and her mouth parted, and the sound of frantic breaths fills the shower.

She's so fucking wet, so fucking hot. I can feel her muscles tensing around me greedily.

"I want you," she breathes. "I want this."

I look at her face, a blissful and relaxed expression speaking of the delirious pleasure she finds herself in.

I'm not going to make it that easy for her.

She gasps with disappointment when I withdraw myself from her sex, only to mewl in confusion when I guide my cock upwards, teasing her tight puckered hole with the tip.

"You said I could have any hole I want," I remind her.

She nods, and her eyes fly open startled, staring into nothingness as she whispers, "Yes, master. Anything you want. I’m yours."

Her cry echoes through the bathroom when I shove myself inside her, stretching her tightness with my entire length in one dominating push.

"Oh, does it hurt?" I ask innocently. "I'm sorry, my toy, but you asked for this."

She alternates between whimpering in agony and moaning with pleasure. I continue pistoning inside her, feeling her tightness closing in around me as I sodomize her more brutally than I've ever done to anyone. The shower is still raining down on us, so it's hard to tell whether some of the streams on her face may taste of salt. She cries out, her face grimacing in pain, but at the same time, she’s leaning into me and begging for me to continue. I fuck her savagely, taking everything she has to give, and demanding more.

And yet, I'm not taking anything she isn't willing to give.

She reaches down between her legs, and while my first instinct is to stop her, I restrain and instead follow an impulse that's stronger than the will to punish her.

I don't allow her to come. I want her to come. I want her to explode when my cock is buried deep inside her tight ass. I want to feel her clenching around me and hear her scream as she loses herself in unfathomable ecstasy.

She's enough of a good girl to make sure that I'm not denying her this time by the look she casts me over her shoulder. Her eyes seek and plead with mine for permission as she plays with her clit.

"Come, toy," I tell her. "Come for me!"

Only seconds pass until she obeys my command, her body literally elevating off the floor. She rises up on her toes, letting the rapture flood over her. Her tight body squirms against the tiles. Water splashes everywhere, and her muscles tense, and suddenly I can't stop myself from following her over the edge.

She's still pulsating with need and the aftershocks of her orgasm when I explode inside her, filling her tight hole with cum. She exhales a ragged breath and turns to study me over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling in triumph.