Revenge – Part 7C – The Blood Starts Flowing

xxx stories – Revenge – Part 7C – The Blood Starts Flowing

She sighed with relief as I released her tit and slid my hand down her stomach. Her pussy was soaking wet. I slid two fingers inside and stroked her from within.

“And who owns this slutty, dripping, cunt?” I growled, pumping my fingers into her, hard.

She struggled against my grip for a second, shaking and moaning.

“You! It’s…ahhh…it’s yours!” she moaned.

I pushed her wrists harder into the bed and curled my fingers inside her. I briefly wished that I had more experience at this, so I’d be able to properly tease her with my fingers, but I barely knew what I was doing down there. I tried a few different things, twisting, and turning, and pumping inside her, watching her groan, and growl, and bite the hell out of that bottom lip. I was trying to ignore everything but her reactions.
This went on for a few minutes until she suddenly gasped and pushed her hips forward, eyes shooting open. I tried to recreate whatever I’d done, and soon got the same effect. It seemed that if I pushed hard with a circular motion on the right spot inside her, it drove her crazy. I kept at it, twisting my fingers and wrist to keep up the pressure, ignoring the discomfort in my hand. She was staring into my eyes now, and I knew she was close to the edge.

“Sir! I…Oh God!” she yelled, “I’m…fuck! Please! I’m…I’m gonna…!”

She was too close to even beg, and I smirked as the pleasure took her. She opened her mouth wide and let out shaking moans as she came. Her hot pussy gripped against my fingers and her juices covered my palm.

She let out a wail of pleasure as her orgasm continued. She looked so fucking incredible. I gripped her wrists tight and impulsively bit down on her shoulder. She jumped, then gasped as I licked where I’d hurt her, and I tried to move my fingers even faster. I bit her again as I felt her orgasm fade, and I slowed my fingers to a gentle stroking motion.

I released her wrists and instead grabbed her hair again. As she opened her mouth to groan with pain, I quickly shoved the fingers that had just been inside her into her mouth. She didn’t hesitate to lick and suck on them, whimpering as she was forced to taste herself.

I slid my fingers out and roughly grabbed her chin.

“Naughty little slut.” I growled. “You didn’t have permission for that, did you?”

“I’m sorry.” she mumbled, hampered by my grip, “I’m sorry, Sir!”

I pulled back from her and got to my knees. Her body was glistening, and her thighs were soaked. Her huge, perfect breasts. Her flat stomach and slender hips. Her bright green and fearful eyes. At that moment, she was the most intensely erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Her hips thrust forward the slightest bit as she stared up at me, and she let out the smallest of whimpers. I could tell she’d just felt an aftershock from her orgasm.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my cock was trying to rip through my underwear. I wanted her so badly. To pin her down and sink myself into her, to use her for my pleasure.

But I still had to punish her.

I knew that if I had the self control to resist her body in that moment, then I’d be able to do anything.

I took a deep breath and tried to quiet my lust. I smiled, which seemed to scare her even more.

“On your knees.” I said calmly.

She turned quickly and presented her ass to me. I reached over her and grabbed the belt. She hadn’t noticed, but I’d left it wrapped around the metal bar of my headboard, coiled in the centre in a single black stripe. She looked up and watched me un-hook it, her eyes wide with fear. I slowly unfurled it and took it into my hands.

“Count to…” I said slowly.

She visibly tense, waiting for the verdict.

“Ten.” I said.

She squeaked with fear and tensed even further. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. My voice sounded alien to me. So dark. So cruel.

I folded the belt and tapped it lightly against my left hand. On impulse, I snapped down hard against my left forearm, embracing the burst of pain. The sound caused her to jump again, and again I laughed.

“You came without my permission.” I said. “And you made me bleed.”

I already spanked her for that, but I was originally only going to give her five lashes for the orgasm. This would count for that too.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” she babbled.

“I know.” I said.

“Punish me.” she said, surprising me. “I’m sorry Sir, please punish me.”

Without waiting, I snapped the belt across her perfect ass. She jumped and gasped, letting out little whimpers.

The first and only time I’d used the belt, I’d just lost it with her, not counting or controlling myself at all. I had no idea how much of this she could withstand, but it was obvious that spanking with my hand wasn’t going to push her to the same depths the belt had. And I wanted to see that again.

“One.” she whispered, breaking my train of thought.

I immediately lashed out again, grunting with exertion. There was already a dark red stripe forming where I’d hit her the first time, and a second began to join it. She only waited for around 10 seconds before going again.

“Two.” she said.

I struck lower this time, hitting the top of her right thigh. Again she leapt forward, but quickly moved back into place. When she spoke again, her voice was heavy and dream-like. She was quickly reaching that strange daze that submission and pain brought her to.

“Three.” she said clearly.

I matched my last stroke, on her left thigh this time. She didn’t move after this hit, and barely made a sound.

She went on like this, barely reacting to my steady, measured lashes, until she reached stroke number seven. I hit her and she immediately leapt up onto her knees, lunging forward to grab my headboard. She’d done this the first time I’d spanked her, I remembered.

“Jessica,” I said, keeping my voice calm and even, “Do you need me to stop?”

I knew that she’d refuse.

“No, Sir.” she gasped, “I can do it. I can do it.”

“Then get down.” I hissed.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards, forcing her head back down onto the bed. Her face was turned to the side, her eyes were closed. She hadn’t started crying. This annoyed me, weirdly.

“Seven.” she said.

I took my position. I’d been holding back before, not sure how much she could take. This time I twisted my body back and slammed the belt against her with a new force.

She lifted her head up an gasped loudly, her mouth open wide. The pain was obviously intense.

I grabbed her and forced her back down to the bed.

“Eight.” she sighed dreamily.

Again I attacked her with force, and this time she didn’t move. She let out a long, loud moan that ended with the word;

“Nine.”

This was the last one. I had to make it count.

I whipped her as hard as I could. Her breath caught in her throat, and I saw her start to relax.

“Don’t you dare move.” I growled.

She stiffened again, and held the position.

“Ten.” she whimpered.

Her whole body was quivering lightly, and her face was still pressed against my pillows. She hadn’t cried, but her eyes were open and dazed. She looked almost high on the sensation of being punished.

I grabbed her bruised ass with both hands, causing her to whimper with pain, and ground my crotch against hers from behind. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel the heat and moisture through my underwear as I pushed my bulge against her.

“What a slutty little cunt.” I hissed, “I think this little cunt needs to be filled, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer at first, but started to sway her hips back and forth, running her flushed lower lips back and forth over my cloth-covered cock.

I leaned over her, pressing my body against hers and pushing my bulge harder against her. I grabbed her hair again.

“Answer me, slut.” I said, twisting.

“Sir…” she gasped.

She continued to writhe and sway her hips, and I could feel the front of my boxers being soaked in her juices.

“Listen to me, whore.” I growled, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want it!” she gasped.

“What do you want?” I asked, lightly slapping her face.

“I want to be fucked…fucked like a…like a whore!” she confessed.

That word had slipped out by accident, and I really hadn’t expected her to accept it so easily. So now she was a whore too, as well as a slut.

“Good girl.” I said.

I pulled all the way back from her and pulled the waist band of my boxers down. My rock hard erection sprang out, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Without any further delay, I pushed the head against her dripping pussy lips.

I dug my fingers into her hips as I thrust into her, and I knew something was different.

“Oh my God!” Jessica shouted as more of me entered her, “You’re so…thick!”

She was right. Her pussy was so incredibly tight in this position, much more than I’d expected it to be. I was grunting with genuine exertion as I forced myself into her. Her pussy felt like a hot, wet fist gripping around my shaft.

After more hard pushing, I finally filled her. She continued clenching her pussy around my shaft, sighing with pleasure each time.

“I’m gonna cum.” she said quickly. “Sir…Sir, I’m gonna cum. I’m…aahhhhaaaa… I’m gonna cum all over your thick cock!”

I was already panting, and I let out a strained laugh.

“Ready so quickly? What a sensitive little slut.” I taunted, smacking her ass hard.

She gasped and squeaked in surprise. She didn’t speak and seemed to be trying to prevent herself from going off.

“Beg.” I ordered simply.

“Mmmm…Sir… Please…Please let me…Oh God!”

I grabbed her ass with both hands, and twisted her ripe flesh in my grip. I felt her pussy quiver around my cock, and I knew she was seconds away.

“Unngh,” she moaned,”Please…Please.”

“Do it, whore.” I said.

She let out a few strained breaths before clenching her pussy tight. She relaxed and moaned loudly, before clenching one final time. I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks as she came, moaning and screaming.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted, “Yes…I’m cumming!”

I spanked her again and pulled a few inches out of her, before thrusting back in hard. She was so incredibly tight, and her pussy was convulsing around me so powerfully.

I pumped her hard. My heavy balls were slapping against the top of her pussy, and I wondered if I was hitting her clit. It was hard to tell if that was contributing to her fevered moans or not, but she was certainly enjoying herself.