Belle’s chained to one of the medieval-looking pieces of furniture in my dungeon, bent over, blindfolded, her ass and thighs red and swollen from the flogging she just took.

Red, swollen, and wet. She’s so turned on right now that her pussy juices are running down her thighs, her clit swollen and practically begging for me to touch it, lick it, shatter her world yet again and make her come.

I push my hand up her back, feeling her breathe, my other hand wrapped around my swollen cock. I’m dripping precum onto the floor, and I have to force myself to take this all in for a moment, appreciate this scene.

It’s what I’ve wanted, after all. Having Belle like this is everything I’ve dreamed of.

In a flash, I close my hand around her delicate shoulder, put my cock against her swollen, wet entrance, and hilt myself with one thrust.

Belle cries out, the sound half-shout and half-moan, her pussy clenching around the sudden intrusion, gripping me like a fist. Her back arches, her ass rising as she goes onto her toes, unconsciously offering herself to me, asking me for even more.

Lucky girl, I’ve got something in mind.

“You want me to fuck you hard?” I growl, grinding my pelvis against hers, my thick cock as deep inside her as it’ll go, her muscles still trying to pull me in further.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely there. “Please.”

God, she feels good, her channel tight and wet, still pulsing and throbbing around me as I pull out of her completely, tease her opening with the tip of my cock, slide it in a circle around her clit while Belle moans.

I didn’t even bother to get undressed, so her wetness is on the fly of my pants because I’m still wearing them, and I slide my hand to her hip, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh while I trace the edges of her welts. Belle pants for breath, back arching, ass rising just a little more.

I like this. I like being clothed while she’s naked, vulnerable and exposed to me. I like the things that she’ll let me do to her — no, the things that she wants me to do to her, the things she didn’t even know she wanted until I did them.

And I like being in control, even though I’m shaking with the force of self-denial, of feeling her juices on my cock and pulling out again, letting myself savor this moment.

“I need you to fuck me,” Belle breathes, and I can barely hear her but my cock twitches at the words. “Please, sir, I need you…”

Her words end in a moan as I position myself at the entrance of her drooling pussy again, feel the shudder of expectation move through her perfect, slender body.

This time I fuck her slow, letting my sweet little pet feel every wide inch of my thick cock, savoring every sensation of her taking me in, clenching and shivering and moaning, crying out when I hit exactly the right spot deep inside her.

Because I like being in control. I like torturing her like this. I like almost giving her what she wants and making her beg me for more, and more than anything I like the slow, hard pleasure that I get from it, the near-orgasmic thrill of doing this to her.

Belle cries out, clenching around me. Her wrists pull against her cuffs, her hands in fists. She’s standing on her toes, rocking backwards as much as she can, absolutely desperate to take all of me. When I’m finally hilted, I reward her by grabbing her hair, pulling her head back and leaning over her as she moans and shudders.

“You like being mine?” I growl as I rock inside her, sending a shiver through her muscles.

“Yes,” she moans.

I pull her hair a little harder, grind our bodies together as I grit my teeth, her pussy gripping me tight. Already my balls are tightening, the hard lightning gathering in the pit of my stomach.

“You like being spanked, tied up, and fucked, Belle?”

“Yes,” she moans again, her pussy clenching me even harder. I suck in a breath.

“Good,” I tell her, my lips against her ear. “Because I’ve got another surprise for you.”

With that, I pull out and slam myself into her again, rocking her whole body forward, the air escaping her lungs in a rush as she shout-moans, and it feels so fucking good that I do it again, just to listen to the pure, perfect noises she makes.

I nearly lose control of myself, fucking Belle like that. I fuck her hard, mercilessly, holding onto her hair and using it as leverage, her pussy gripping me, her channel wet and slick and tight and completely fucking perfect.

Every time I hit the right spot she moans again, louder and louder, her muscles trembling and fluttering around my cock as I fuck her closer to climax. I’m growling too, a noise like rocks grinding together coming from somewhere deep in my chest.

“Harder,” Belle moan-whispers. “Please.”

I sink myself into her one last time, then bend my head to hers. She can’t move, bound hand and foot, my hand pulling back her head, but she’s trembling with pleasure, the dam about to burst.

“No,” I tell her, licking the shell of her ear.

“Please.”

I bite her ear, cock deep inside her, consumed with need for her.

“I told you,” I growl. “I have a surprise.”

And with that I pull out, walk to a side table, open a drawer, and pull out Belle’s surprise.