How could he say such hurtful things to me I thought, my anger multiplying exponentially with each passing second.
“You’re a bastard,” I screamed with venom in my eyes. “You have money and you buy me things and you think that gives you the right to control me and say and do whatever hurtful thing you want.”
I threw the covers up in his face as I moved to get out of bed and away from him, I didn’t have to stay and listen to this I thought. Before I knew it, he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.
“Look at me Melanie,” he said in a low growl so menacing that it sent shivers down my spine.
“Who maxed out her credit cards buying a designer dress and Prada shoes?”
“Who goes to clubs and buys drinks and parties and then begs her parents for money?”
“Those are the behaviors of a spoiled brat child, not a strong, confident woman that you claim to be.”
“Go Fuck Yourself!” I screamed. “I don’t have to stay here and listen to your shit!” I spat, as I defiantly looked at him with daggers in my eyes.
I started to try to pull away from him as he very calmly overpowered me and pulled me towards him and then powerfully swung me over his knee. I started kicking and screaming as he held me down, pressing my stomach onto his muscled thighs.
“Let me go now James,” I demanded. “You don’t have the right to……..”
My words were interrupted as I felt a stinging pain on my ass as he brought his open hand down on my cheek. A loud smacking sound echoed throughout the suite. I cried out and tensed up just as another blow landed on my other cheek. I kicked and screamed and howled in pain as he brought his hand down on my ass over and over.
“You’re going to learn which one of us is in charge in this relationship Melanie,” he said calmly, as his hand continued to rain down on my ass.
The slapping sounds echoed throughout the suite and I knew from experience that my ass was turning a dark shade of crimson red.
By the tenth whack I had stopped kicking and screaming and I felt his hard cock press against my stomach. I laid on his lap motionless as his open hand rained down mercilessly on my ass over and over. I felt the tears pouring out of my eyes as he continued to relentlessly punish me. All of my senses were heightened and it was as if I could feel every nerve ending in my body. My desperate cries turned into soft moans until the only thing left for me to do was concentrate on his hand fiercely meeting my ass. I quickly lost count of the whacks as my body went limp over his and I stopped fighting him and accepted his control over me.
As quickly as the spanking began, it abruptly stopped. He must have given me between forty to fifty whacks with his hand and my ass had long gone numb. I lay motionless on his lap, softly crying and whimpering as he began to speak.
“Who do you belong to Melanie?”
Only a few seconds passed between his words and mine.
“I belong to you James,” I said, between soft muffled whimpers, my voice barely above a whisper.
I grunted as he roughly shoved two fingers inside my soaked pussy.
“Who does this belong to?” He said, slowly, methodically.
“It’s yours,” I said, whispering.
He roughly shoved his fingers in me deeper and harder, making me cry out.
“What’s mine Melanie?” he said, in a slow, menacing tone.
“My pussy, it’s… it’s… yours James….” I said, whimpering.
He extracted his wet fingers from inside my vagina and rubbed them over my anus, causing me to shiver and tense up.
“Who owns this Melanie?” He said in a low, husky tone.
“You do,” I said, in a low voice that I’m sure he had to strain to hear.
“WHO’S IS THIS?” he said, in an angry voice, as I felt his finger slipped partially into my rectum, causing me to tense up.
“My ass is yours James,” I said, in a mortifying, embarrassed tone.
James then slapped my face, causing me to let out a humiliating moan as I felt him push his finger a bit deeper into my rectum causing me to cry out in intense pain.
“Who owns that slutty mouth of yours, Melanie?”
“You do James,” I said softly, in a mortified tone.
I felt completely humiliated and broken. I felt the power and complete control he had over me. Amazingly, I wasn’t scared or apprehensive. A calm and peace came over me that I hadn’t felt since childhood. In the midst of this incredible upheaval that was taking place, the world felt right.
“Let’s get one thing clear right now Melanie so you have no allusions and there are no misunderstandings. I buy you things and do nice things for you for one reason and one reason only: Because I want to, and because I can. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, I understand James,” I said softly.
“I am in control here and I run things, do you understand that Melanie?”
“Yes, I understand James,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“When I tell you to do something, no matter what it is, you will do it, without hesitation, and without question, and do you understand that?”
“Yes, I understand James,” I said softly.
He stood up and threw me face down onto the bed. He grabbed my ankles and roughly pulled me back until my long legs were dangling off the bed. I cried out as he roughly pulled my red ass cheeks apart, fully exposing myself to him. He reached over to the nightstand and opened up the drawer and pulled out a small tube of liquid.
I watched over my shoulder as he silently removed the lid and squirted a large dollop of the tube’s contents on my rectum. I moaned softly, as the cold content of the tube was a stark juxtaposition to my burning red ass. I grabbed the sheets tightly with both hands as he slowly worked the cool liquid into my asshole as my whole body tightened up.
“Relax,” he growled.
I took a deep breath and tried to release the tension in my body as I felt his finger slide in and stop at the knuckle, and then, with a little gentle prodding, I gasped as he worked his finger past the tight ring as it slipped the rest of the way inside of me.
He paused for a few moments, letting me get used to the feeling of having his finger inside such a forbidden place. Then slowly, he eased it in and out for a few minutes, until he could work his finger in and out with relative ease.
I then felt him add a second finger. The pain was sharp and immediate as I cried out. Again, he went slowly, allowing me to adjust to this new experience. Very slowly he worked both of his fingers in until I could feel them buried deep inside of my rectum. Again, he let me adjust to this new sensation. After several moments he began slowly working his fingers in and out of me at what must have been a snail’s pace, but definitely didn’t feel like it to me. I buried my head into the blankets as the intense burning and pain was replaced by a feeling of hot pleasure. He moved his fingers in and out of me for several minutes until he was able to extend and then retract them in and out of my body with relative ease.
Suddenly, I felt his fingers slip out. Startled, I looked behind my shoulder just in time to see him squirt almost all of the remaining contents of the tube onto his shaft and then use his hand to rub it over his thick cock until it was shiny. He then held the tube over his cock and worked the last few drops out of the tube and onto his large bulbous head.
In a low, husky voice he said, “Spread your ass cheeks apart Melanie.”
Nervously, I obeyed his command and very gingerly placed my hands on my burning red ass cheeks and very slowly pulled them apart, exposing my asshole to him.
He slid forward and I could feel the head of his cock touch my anus as I shivered and tensed up.
“This is going to happen Melanie, one way or another,” he said in a low growl. “However, it will be much more pleasurable for you if you relax and don’t fight it.”
I took a deep breath and tried to relax and release the tension from my body. I felt a sharp pain surge through my body as he pushed the head of his cock against my anus. I cried out as he pushed harder as I felt it pop inside my body.
I started to breathe deeply in and out as I felt him gently push forward as the head of his cock reached the tight ring in my rectum as his progress was thwarted. I kept panting, trying to relax as I felt him push forward slowly and I gasped and cried out as the head of his cock sunk deeper inside of me. He took it slow, letting me adjust and get used to the feeling and slowly and methodically worked more of his cock into my rectum.
My ass burned and the pain was so intense. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to take it. I kept breathing deeper as I gripped the sheets until my knuckles were white. He continued to push deeper and make progress until I felt his balls rest against my ass and I knew he was all way inside of me. I cried out, partly from a sense of relief, thankful that he wasn’t any larger than what he was, but also I felt a sense of pride because I was able to take the pain and give him what he wanted.
I had never felt anything like this before. I felt so full. A finger or a tongue was nothing compared to this. Thankfully, he was motionless and let me adjust to the feeling of having him there.
He then slowly started to move his hips backwards, I cried out at the surge of pain from his movement. Just as I thought he went too far backwards and his cock would pop out, he gently moved forward and I gasped as the sharp pain and burning returned. I buried my head back in the pillow and gripped the sheets hard again as he moved agonizingly slow in and out of me.
Tears started to form in my eyes, the pain was just too much, I wanted this to be over, and I just couldn’t take it. I wanted to give him this, something I’d never given any other man, but he was asking too much, he just couldn’t ask this of me. I started to panic… then…. suddenly….
The intense pain and burning almost miraculously went away. It was replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure and accomplishment. I had gotten through it!!! I had done it!!!
All at once an erotic feeling came over me. What we were doing was so forbidden, so naughty, it made the whole experience that much more intense.
James was still moving at an agonizingly slow pace, because I knew he didn’t want to hurt me. He was such a harsh, demanding, dominant man. But, he had been putting my need of comfort above his need of pleasure. I knew he did care about my feelings, maybe in his own way though.
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