Revenge – Part 5C – The Red Mist Decends

Porn stories: Revenge – Part 5C – The Red Mist Decends

“Don’t use your hands.” I repeated.

She nodded, smoothing down her hair where I’d pulled it, and leaned back to my cock. She moved less confidently now, as if afraid to make a mistake. I lay back and closed my eyes, letting her pleasure me. She slowly began again, licking and sometimes kissing all around the shaft and head.

I soon found myself clenching my jaw in frustration. It felt good, but I needed more stimulation. I knew that I was essentially teasing myself as well as her, and I didn’t know how much more of these gentle sensations I could put up with. I remembered my orgasm from the previous week, and how it felt so much better because I’d delayed it.

I held on for minutes, constantly resisting the urge to grab her head and fuck her hot little throat. Just as I thought my will was about to break, I felt the incredible relief of her warm, wet lips spreading over the head of my cock as she took me into her mouth. She gripped the base tight with her fingers, and started to bounce her head lower and lower down my shaft.

I grunted with pleasure and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth before I realised she’d disobeyed me. I sat up and grabbed her hair with my left hand, pulling her off my cock. She let out a whine of confusion and disappointment, but quickly sat up at my guidance. Her lips were covered with spit. I looked into her eyes and saw that she had already started to get that dazed look that submission gave her.

My body pulsed with anger, both at myself and at her, and without thinking I struck out at her, slapping her hard across her right cheek. Her head jerked to the side with the force and there was a moment of intense silence before she turned back to me. I actually didn’t connect with her all that well but it definitely stung, and it shocked her.

She was paying attention now. Her eyes were wide, and I could see tears brewing.

I released her and quickly leaned back. I hadn’t planned to hit her like that. I’d lost my temper. I took a few seconds to calm myself, before pulling my boxers up and getting off the bed.

“I’m sorry, I just-” she started, her voice shaking.

“Shut up.” I said, cutting her off.

I walked towards the closet on the opposite end of the room from the door.

“I just-” she continued.

I looked sharply back at her, and she quickly brought a hand up to cover her own mouth, realising that I’d given her a command.

I slid one of the closet doors open. I saw it just where I’d left it, a black leather belt hanging from the rail. I quickly undid it and walked back to the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw what I was holding, and her hand had moved to rest on her face where I’d hit her.

“Bend over.” I said.

She didn’t hesitate for a second, just turned and pushed her face into the mattress.

“I told you not to use your hands.” I said, forcing myself to sound calm. “I told you not to put it in your mouth.”

I sat behind her on the bed. I felt the weight of the belt in my hands, and it suddenly struck me what she thought was going to happen. I looked down at the length of thick, heavy leather. I wasn’t going to hit her with it. That thought hadn’t even occurred to me. But I imagined it then, the damage it could do, the sounds she would make. Hard leather meeting soft flesh. What would that sound like? What would it feel like?

I wasn’t going to hit her with it. It would be…agony, for her. I couldn’t do that to her.

At least…not yet.

I took a deep, steady breath, and forced myself away from these darker thoughts.

“Put your hands behind your back.” I said roughly.

She quickly threw her arms back, and I used my free hand to guide them into the position I wanted, folded behind her back, one on top of the other. I quickly wrapped the belt twice around her arms, binding them together.

Trying to steady myself, I threaded the end through the buckle, and pulled hard. My hands were once again shaking with excitement, and I fumbled with it for a few seconds before I could begin to fasten it. I’d chosen this belt for a reason. It didn’t fasten with holes, like most belts, but instead had small clamp that could click shut at any length, making it perfect for this. It was a strange design choice that I’d never seen before, and I didn’t use this belt because it felt strange to fasten around my waist, but it popped into my head as soon as I got the idea to tie her up.

I pulled the belt until it seemed to push into her arms.

“Can you get out of this?” I asked.

She struggled for a few seconds, and managed to slide her arms free. I guided her into the same position, and tightened the belt until it was biting hard into her flesh. She gasped, but I ignored her.

“How about now?” I asked.

She wriggled and struggled for a few seconds, but it was clear that it was too tight for her to move.

“Good.” I said, clicking the clasp shut.

This would ensure she couldn’t use her hands any more, but I still had to punish her.

I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling hard.

“I want you to count to…” I paused, letting her wonder. “Five.”

She let out a little groan, just as I brought my hand to her ass in a hard slap. She gasped with pain, but didn’t wait more than a few seconds before squealing out.

“One!”

I spanked her again, and again she wasted no time in counting. She counted out quickly, much faster than she had before, waiting no more than a few seconds after each stinging slap. I hit her hard and fast, and too soon she whimpered out,

“Ff…five.”

I had to stop myself from spanking her again, my hand was already in the air. I realised I’d been pulling on her hair the whole time too.

I literally shook my head, trying to get a hold on the situation. I’d been so looking forward to tying her up like this, but in my eagerness I’d rushed through it. I sat back on the bed and tried to get my breath back.
I rested for a minute or two, watching Jessica bravely hold the position I’d put her in. I slowly got to my knees and pulled her up by the shoulders, knowing it would be difficult for her to raise herself without her arms to help.

I pulled her into a kneeling position and held her by the chin. I looked down her body before meeting her eyes, revelling in how she was shaking. Her legs were apart, and I reached down and slid my finger across her pussy lips, finding them dripping wet. At long last, I looked into her eyes.

She had an expression so intense, so beautiful, that my breath caught in my throat. She looked so pleading, so sorrowful, and so incredibly lustful. I tightened my fingers around her jaw. I noticed the pink mark I’d left on her face had already started to fade, and I knew it wouldn’t bruise.

“Now, are you going to be good? Or do you want to leave?” I asked.

I was threatening her with kicking her out, but I also had to make sure she still wanted to stay. This whole thing was meaningless if she didn’t have the choice. It had always been that way. After my initial plan to reveal myself to her in the bathroom, she’d started every single meeting between us by coming over here.

When things had gotten more intense last week, she’d come back for more. I didn’t need to make admit that she liked it, but I loved hearing it.

She stared at me with that incredible expression.

“I’ll be good.” she whispered.

Again, I felt my breath catch. Everything about what was happening was driving me insane. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and so perfectly submissive. And now she had been tied up and abused, and still all she wanted was to be good.

“You’ll be a good little slut for me?” I asked.

She nodded quickly, expression serious.

“Say it.”

She hesitated for only a second.

“I’ll…I’ll be a good little…slut…for you.” she said.

“Good girl.” I said.

I slid my finger back across her pussy again, and kissed her forehead. She let out a breathy moan. I lay back down on the bed and pulled my still erect cock out of my boxers. I needed to cum soon, all this waiting was driving me insane. But I wanted to tease her more.

“Don’t put it in your mouth.” I said.

She nodded, and slowly tried to move into the right position. She forgot about not having her arms to support her and she fell forward, her head colliding gently with my thigh. I sighed impatiently as she tried to move her legs back to give her enough leverage to lift her head.

She managed to sit up again. She pushed one leg back, and one forward, making her stable enough to lower her head without falling. She looked incredibly focused. Her humiliation at being tied up, the pain of being spanked, none of it seemed to matter. All she cared about was getting back to pleasuring me. She started again at the very base of my shaft, and licked up, incredibly slowly, to the top.

I lay back and closed my eyes. Her soft tongue once again explored every inch of my fat cock, long, slow licks from base to tip mixed with small, teasing touches around the head. I stood as much of this torture as I could, counting every passing minute, just hoping she’d take me into her mouth again.

I finally opened my eyes. If I didn’t get more stimulation soon, I was going to go insane.

Jessica continued to lick me as I watched her. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth was covered with spit. I reached out with both hands and wrapped my fingers in her hair. She looked up at me, but didn’t stop licking. I slowly pulled her forward, and her eyes lit up. She opened her mouth wide, and I pushed the tip of my cock into her mouth. I could feel her hesitation. I hadn’t given her permission yet.

“That’s it…” I said, my voice coming out in a rough moan, “Put it in, Jessica. Suck me.”

I’d barely finished the sentence when her whole body jumped forward, and she immediately sucked my cock into her mouth, her lips stopping about a quarter of the way down the shaft. I let out a soft grunt as I finally got the sensation I’d been craving. In just a few seconds, she took a sharp breath through her nose and slowly swallowed my cock to the base. The sense of relief was incredible.

I held her there and quickly sat up. I started to slowly pull out of her throat, and she echoed my grunt of pleasure with her own long moan. I looked down at her naked and bound body, and grabbing her hair tight, I thrust hard back into her. She let out another excited moan around my cock. I was soon rapidly pumping in and out of her throat as fast as I could.