“Oh! Oh, I-!” I broke off to sob in blind pleasure when he slapped through so much wetness and only spread it with each spank he gave my pussy’s lips and entrance. I stroked his arm with my taped hands but didn’t fight because I was a broken like toy now, having been forced to bow because of the wild, savage ecstasy he’d visited on my body. “Oh, yes!” I came when he slapped my clit, fueled all the hotter by how the heavy chain of the collar shook over my tits when I threw my head back, and he grasped my face again to make me meet his kiss, so that I was still choking with release against his lips.
He only kissed all the harder, as if the taste of my frantic finish aroused him, and this time it was his turn to groan with delight. I trembled in his arms when he pulled away from my lips while his ass fucking rhythm had turned almost slow, almost sweet. He stared into my eyes and then kissed me far more gently, as if hesitant or unsure, so that I gave him the look of a wide eyed, confused victim, who wasn’t sure why he was being so soft, but liked it an awful lot.
I squeezed my asshole on his cock, deliberately that time, so that he closed his eyes with his pleasure and now it was his little victim’s turn to be unsure with how her cruel tormenter made her feel. “Please don’t kiss me again,” I whispered and I always had to say these last couple of pleas in a quiet tone.
His eyes blazed and he grasped my face, forcing his lips to mine, so that I moaned in pure desire against him. He shoved his tongue down my throat brutally just because I’d asked him not to and when he pulled away, he was watching me, waiting. “Please don’t spank my pussy and tell me it deserves it for being so slutty.”
His look turned wicked with that and he tightened his arm around my chest, reaching around to slap at my clit with hard spanks that made me cry out. “Filthy fucking pussy like yours deserves a hard spanking or the strap every day. Look at this goddamn mess you’ve poured.” He held out his hand where it was coated with my cum from where he’d stroked between slaps, letting me see it so that I whimpered before he cleaned his hand off with my hair. “Maybe I’ll keep visiting my little fuck slut so that I can make sure she doesn’t try to pretend to be good and so I can make sure her cunt gets decent punishment. No one else seems to put her in her worthless place.”
I spasmed with another of those smaller bursts of pleasure, then whispered, “Oh, no. Please don’t do that. Please don’t find me at home and fuck me over my bed while you belt me and spank me.”
“You’ll leave your fucking door open for me whenever I tell you to, like a good toy, won’t you?”
I sniffled. “Yes, sir, I’ll be good.” He hardened inside of me and his teeth were gritted like they always were when he couldn’t stave off his orgasm anymore. He closed his eyes and I whispered, “Please don’t pump my asshole full of your cum, sir. That would be the worst.”
His lips parted with his low, animal sound and he went stiff, pulsing inside of me with his finish, a long, slow orgasm where he jerked me back in sporadic, violent motions, riding my ass hard. When he finally stilled, he opened his eyes to stroke my hair, to press his lips back to mine in soft little kisses.
Because there were a few fantasies we always played out in these. He always assaulted me hard and rough to begin with and he always gave me pain. But then when I was used up and frightened beneath him, when I was quivering and whimpering in the submission I couldn’t hold back anymore, he always, always played the part of a torturer who became enamored with his slutty little victim and decided to keep her.
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Ethan – The Cabin
The more in love we got, the more hardcore Sophie had gotten with her conditioning work of me, especially after she’d found out how much I loved the theatrics. The cabin night had been an idea I had had for a long time. Total disorientation, the terror of darkness, an isolating place straight out of a horror movie, and it was when we hadn’t talked about playing for a while, so she had no idea it would happen. Even better, we’d quit playing with her safewords a few games ago.
I was still riding waves of satisfied adrenaline when we sat in the hot tub together.
“When did you have time to come and set all this up!” But I wasn’t alone in those thrill waves. Sophie was restlessly shifting beside me in the water jets, her face aglow with the heat from the water and pure ecstatic joy. We had been cuddling, kissing quietly after we’d washed my face paint off, but she’d been too excited still and now she was hopping on her toes, then sitting down in the water, then crouching…
I grinned. “I took off work yesterday because I knew you would be distracted with wrapping everything up so you wouldn’t have as much to worry about this morning. You really had no idea?”
“No! I mean I don’t know why, in hindsight, because we do this all the time but I was distracted with thinking of something way different.”
“Oh, what’s that?” My excitement took a different turn from the fading dark playtime. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face.
Sophie pressed her dark hair back, then blushed. “Oh, nothing specific, you know.”
“First, lying about being a dirty slut and now lying about this, too?” I teased her, feeling happier than I’d ever felt in my life, and she giggled at the words. “Come here, bearcat.” She obeyed that eagerly, curling back into my arms where she was already so near. It was a fairly recurring thing that she would be too energetic to cuddle for a while after we played, but I had the Dom need to feel her close. I tried to not be too demanding and selfish about holding her when I wanted her to ride the happy energy of having her fantasies come true, but I did need to feel her safe and that night was… special. I caressed her wrists where there were a few light bruises from my roughness. I always tried to be thoughtful while playing because Sophie bruised rather easily. Once we dispensed with the safewords, there were certain rules I followed by proxy. I wouldn’t go over a certain safe number of cane stripes, for instance.
Sometimes there were marks though. It was one of the reasons why I’d suggested the hot tub after we were done. I didn’t want her sore when we went to bed, but there was another reason. “Do they hurt at all? Are the strap marks too bad?”
She nipped me. “No, not at all. Well, only in the good ways I mean. I can’t wait to wear jeans where the strap marks will chafe,” she purred, nipping me so that I had to laugh.
I touched her nose and kissed her forehead, thinking that I was the luckiest man in the world. Sophie was my perfect girl. She was sexy and sweet, but with these little quirks that only made her all the more beautiful to me. She sang horribly in the shower and during the mornings, I thought about how I wanted to hear her singing Here Comes the Sun for the rest of my life. Her only demanding oddities were that she purposefully conditioned me to be more cruel and sadistic so I could rape her harder when we played and that she cried easily when it was about to be her time of the month. “What were you thinking was going to happen this weekend? What did I distract you with?”
“I wasn’t lying! I meant it. It was nothing specific.” She grinned up at me and if I didn’t know her so well, I would have believed her, but Sophie had this charming habit of lying when she thought something small like that would hurt my feelings. If it was something that truly bothered her, she always told me, but if she felt like it wouldn’t cause us problems, she’d just as soon hide it and let it go.
“Are you sure about that?” I pulled away from her to get out of the hot tub, while she swam to the side. “No, no, stay there. But I thought there was something, for sure, you’d be thinking about.” I pulled the box out of my gym bag that also had my swim trunks still in them, where I had packed them just in case.
Sophie’s eyes went wide when she saw it and she shrieked while I laughed. “Oh my God, I knew your sister wasn’t lying when she said she’d seen you at the jewelry store!”
I laughed all the harder, climbing back into the hot tub. “I went there when she was working next door because I knew she’d be a loudmouth and was hoping she’d throw you on this trail so you couldn’t expect the rest of it. Oh, damn. I, um, feel shy, actually. I thought through all of that fantasy and planned this and somehow didn’t think about how I can’t get on one knee in the hot tub.”
Sophie had tears in her eyes. Actual tears. I don’t know if it was because she’d trained me to sadism so heavily, but my heart sang at the sight of them. “I don’t care, it’s so perfect. All of it was and don’t tell anyone I cried like this when we tell them about it?”
“Sophie, baby, I think we’ll leave out a lot of this story when we tell people about it.” I held her closer, riding a little bit of that adrenaline wave still, along with a burst of pure joy, while I opened the box to show off the heart shaped ring, so that she choked. “Will you marry me, bearcat?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She threw her arms around my neck. “You remembered me telling you about that ring?”
“How could I forget?” She just managed to hold still while I placed it on her finger. After we’d dated a while and were confessing embarrassing secrets one night, Sophie had laughingly talked about how she sometimes looked at engagement rings online when she felt low because she had a favorite that made her feel good to look at. She said she’d look and think about how one day the right person would come along and then followed it up by promising she wasn’t a psycho, while I teased her and asked if she was one of those girls who watched princess movies and ate ice cream when her hormones hit.
She was. Absolutely, she was. “Now you can look at it and hopefully it will make you feel good every day.”
“Ethan, you’re so perfect. It’s so perfect. The whole weekend is-“
“Perfect? Was the next word going to be ‘perfect’?” She slapped my shoulder when I cut her off and I wrestled her into my arms while she laughingly struggled. “Speaking of… We do have the rest of the weekend, you know. And, just for some information, my parents own all of that land going that way.” I pointed to the forested area behind us and then gave Sophie a lecherous look that made her eyes light up with wicked playfulness. “I mean, I have been kind of wondering what it might be like to hunt a Sophie slut through the woods.”
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