CHAPTER TEN
SOPHIA
The sting of the crop was delicious as it licked my pussy lips. My body jolted in the air from the impact, but although there was a brief sting of pain, there came with it a lingering heat that had me panting and yearning for more.
His hands, his voice, what he was doing to me was so erotically intense I thought I might faint from the sensations. I could hear his excited puffs of air from behind me, and it made everything he did so primal, so pure.
Again, his wrist flicked upwards and with it came the sound of leather on wet flesh. My pussy was dripping with pleasure and pain, and my body was soaring with neediness.
I screamed, and then my scream turned to soft moans as his fingers stroked my pussy lips. He leaned down over me and pressed his lips to my ear as he stroked me.
“You have such a pretty pussy, Sophia. So delicate, so greedy for my touch. Did you miss me, Sophia? Did you miss my hands on you?”
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed as he flicked my clit with the tip of the riding crop. His hand reached under my breasts and squeezed the tip as he swatted my cunt again.
The shocks between pain and pleasure sent waves of sensual electricity straight to my core, sending my body into involuntary spasms. His hands were on me again and he spoke. I loved his deep rumble. It sent hot chills down my spine, arousing every nerve ending in my body.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Sophia?”
“Yes!”
I felt the strong smack of his hand as it came down on my skin and I screamed.
“You’re not supposed to like it!” he roared and my pussy gushed even more.
He smacked my other cheek and I whimpered. “Are you gonna’ cum, Sophia?”
I trembled and bit my lip. I was afraid that I’d answer wrong and he’d stop what he was doing. Instead, his hand came down on me again, and when he kneaded my flesh, heat spread throughout my body igniting my arousal even more.
“Answer me!”
“Y…yes, Sir! I love it!”
“Good, girl,” he growled and stroked my pussy again. His fingers spread my juices along my slit and I pushed my ass back against his hand.
“But good girls listen to their Masters, Sophia,” his hands left me and the feel of the leather came back again, only this time it trailed my thighs. “Good girls don’t cum.”
It was an order and with it came a series of short swats against the back of my thighs, the sides of my hips, and my lower back. Each flick came with a soft sting that spread a delicious heat throughout my loins. I moved my body as he hit me, enjoying each fiery tap of the leather.
“You didn’t listen, did you Sophia? You just couldn’t keep away.”
I shuddered and licked my dry lips. He tapped me gently this time and my legs trembled as he slid the crop along my wetness.
“I told you I was dangerous. I told you I’d hurt you. Why didn’t you believe me!” He shouted and slapped me three times consecutively.
The experience was surreal for me. Being tied down, in such a way that I was completely vulnerable for him, was such an erotic release. I’ve never felt so free and so wanted in my entire life. The fact that it was Cain who was doing this to me, was simply amazing.
The muscles in my cunt continued to throb with each thud of the leather against my skin. It was inevitable. My body was so highly aroused that I was going to cum without him even touching me. His warm, strong fingers were suddenly prodding my slit and as soon as he found my clit I screamed in pleasure as my body tensed and my orgasm flooded through me in powerful waves.
I dangled, perched on his hand as my body shook powerfully. I realized his fingers never left my clit as my body convulsed around him, and when I was done I could only hear his sharp intakes of breath.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you cum,” he whispered.
My legs continued to shudder as his hands grazed my thighs. “You don’t listen, Sophia.”
His voice was calm and deep, like rolling thunder just before it strikes. “I told you not to cum,” he groped the tender flesh of my cheeks and I whimpered. “What am I going to do with you?”
My answer came involuntarily. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
I heard him smirk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To have my cock buried deep in that slutty little twat.”
He grabbed me by the hair and sat me up so that my back was fully pressed against his hard chest. “You want my cock?” He whispered and I shivered against him.
“God, yes!” I half sighed, half yelled.
He stroked my neck and arms with his strong hands. The sensations had me shaking all over. His hands played with the light thin chains of my bra making my tender nipples strain against his piercings. The pain sent electric shocks of pleasure down to my greedy pussy, making it throb once again. I looked down and watched as he lightly flicked the stiff nubs and I yelped out with each flick.
“Hmmm…” he hummed against my ear. “Do they still hurt?”
I nodded and pouted slightly.
He chuckled and lapped my earlobe. “Do you want to feel good again?”
“Yes,” I hissed as he flicked me again.
“Yes, what?” He squeezed my nipples and I arched my back, wincing in pain.
“Yes please, Sir!” I screamed.
He massaged my breasts and stroked my tummy. His hand went to my back and in a few seconds he had me completely naked. Once again, his hands trailed around the underside of my breasts, bringing them up and squeezing them slightly.
The motion was intoxicating and my body began to react to his touch once again.
“Mmmm…” he moaned. “You like my hands on you, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Good.”
His hands slid up my body and touched my neck. Slowly, he undid the chain connecting my neck to my hands. Then he swept his fingertips down my arms and unlinked my wrists, making sure to keep the leather straps on. He bent my neck back towards his chest and as he looked down on me he bent down and tenderly kissed my forehead. I felt as he attached something to the hook of the leather collar, before he leapt off the bed.
I looked down and sure enough, a thin silver chain was now held in his hand. He stood at the edge of the bed watching me.
He tugged lightly on the chain and I quickly obeyed, crawling to the edge of the mattress. Wrapping the chain around his wrist, he propped my chin up to meet his eyes. They had turned dark and hungry and as he bent his head down to me, I gripped the sheets.
His lips met mine in a soft, velvety kiss that stole my breath away. As one hand held the chain to my collar, the other stroked my cheek in featherlike touches. His breath drifted over my mouth, smelling of fresh cinnamon and mint. I licked his lips and he sucked in my tongue, fucking my mouth while leaving a promise of what was to come.
He held me there for what seemed like forever and when he broke the kiss I swayed lightly forward in a complete an utter aroused daze.
“Get down,” he ordered.
I slowly slipped off the bed and when I was standing in front of him, he tugged down on the chain.
“Now, kneel,” he growled in my ear.
Without any hesitation, I fell to my knees before him.
“Good girl. Do you know what happens when you touch your Master’s toys without permission?”
I shook my head and he leaned down and touched his lips to mine, igniting me with goosebumps.
“Do you want to find out?”
“God, yes,” I whispered.
My eyes went immediately to his cock jutting up in the air, swaying slightly. The hard length glistening with precum that had dribbled down, coating him. The fact that he was so aroused by this, made me shiver with anticipation.