Page 27 of Playing with Forever
I wanted to take out my stiff cock and stuff her so goddamn full that she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe without feeling meeverywhere. I wanted to impale her to the hilt, hear her scream my name as I drove inside her body like a goddamn madman. On any other day I might have done just that. Maybe gagged and blindfolded her, put some noise cancelling headphones over her ears so that all she could sense, all she could feel, was my fat cock and blunt piercings wreaking havoc inside that pretty pussy.
But not tonight. I exhaled a deep breath and made myself tamp down those baser desires. This wasn’t about instant gratification. This was about teaching her a goddamn lesson.
I grabbed a bullet vibrator and set it up to rest directly against her clit, strapping it onto her thigh to hold it in place. Using the remote control, I turned it on just low enough to tease and torment and edge her, but not nearly high enough to make her orgasm.
Andrea’s eyelids immediately fluttered. “S-sir…”
I was pretty sure she knew immediately that she wasn’t going to come anytime soon. I watched her for a minute as she attempted to grind her hips against the smooth head of the vibrator, small little movements, her gaze growing heavy-lidded and hazy. Her mouth hung open, tiny noises emerging from the back of her throat.
Dark desires rose up inside me, and I grabbed a leather flogger and went to work on her body, ignoring her shocked cries as I snapped the leather strands against her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, marking her pale skin with bright red stripes. I didn’t go easy. There was no soft, gradual build up like last time. My ministrations were not gentle or even tempered as I wielded the flogger like a whip, each strike a painful punishment I wanted her to feel to the depths of her soul.
She gasped as each blow landed, her head rolling back on her shoulders as she struggled against the snap of leather and the tease of that vibrator against her clit. My dick throbbed as I watched all those beautiful pink welts rise up on her skin, as I flicked my wrist and continued delivering each sharp, stinging sensation, again and again.
Smack, smack, smack.
To be honest, I expected her to protest. Or even use her safeword to end the pain I was inflicting. Instead, Andrea just…surrendered. Submitted to me and my dominance and control over her mind and her body. She moaned and whimpered, her flushed expression delirious with pleasure, and I realized that she was in subspace. She was completely mine, letting me do what I wanted to her body, what I needed to makemewhole.
The sound of leather slapping against her skin was rhythmic, almost hypnotic, releasing my own anxiety with each strike, calming me and clearing that dark, awful fear that had lodged in my chest, until I was no longer staring down the end of a long, black tunnel. Until I felt like I could breathe normally again.
I set the flogger aside. Andrea’s body was trembling, her gaze completely unfocused, her breathing slow and deep. She looked fucking gorgeous strapped to the cross, completely restrained, her body a canvas that she’d let me use to assuage my own turbulent emotions and compulsion for control.
She deserved to be rewarded for her patience, for her strength, for giving me, her dom, exactly whatI’dso desperately needed. Because she’d known, based on that conversation we’d had that night at my place. She’d listened, and understood, and I couldn’t truly recall when, if ever, a session like this had ever been so cathartic forme. It was a revelation that made my head spin.
I pick up the vibrator’s remote control, turning it up a notch. Andrea jolted and moaned, loudly, her gaze clearing as the device buzzed against her clit.
“Do you want to come?” I murmured.
It took her a moment to respond, and to my shock, she shook her head.
“No?” I could see her pussy clenching and dripping, her inner thighs coated with slick arousal. I had no doubt she wanted to come very, very badly.
“I want…what you want, sir,” Andrea slurred. “I’m yours, to do with as you please.”
Her complete acquiescence pleased me. “Yes, you’re fuckingmine. I control you,” I said, wanting to make my point about who was in charge. Who made the rules in this relationship, however temporary, and that she would obey them.
“Yes,” Andrea agreed. She looked up into my eyes, her gaze locking on mine. “I’m—I’m yours, you control me.”
“Say it again.”
“You control me,” she moaned, her body arching against the vibrator.
I turned the device off and removed it, and Andrea sobbed, clearly wanting an orgasm more than she was willing to admit. No worries there…I just planned to make sure it happened as she was coming all over my cock, while I was balls deep inside her pussy.
I pushed a lever and tilted the cross so that she lay horizontally, now at the perfect angle for me to fuck her, even with her still restrained. I pulled my stiff cock out of my slacks, realizing to my shock that I’d leaked all through my underwear and onto the fabric. I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been that deep in my own dom subspace.
In that moment, it was like all sensation rushed back into my body and I was suddenly so hard, so aching for release, that it physically hurt.
There were different types of pain. Most people who weren’t experienced only knew the pain from impact play of spanking or flogging, or something similar. But when you really immersed yourself into a scene, you learned all the different beautiful sorts of pain that existed, including the torment that came from being denied a climax. Feeling good for so long, but not quite good enough, that the desperation of it all made it hurt.
I fucking loved when it hurt like this.
Moving between her spread legs, I took my dick in hand and slid the head along her slit before burying every inch of my shaft inside of her with one long, driving thrust, the violent impact of our bodies joining making me groan, and Andrea scream. I hadn’t given her much of a chance to adjust, and I knew it had to be a stretch and bit of a burn to accommodate me, even with how soaked she was, but the way her body clenched around my cock felt so fucking amazing.
“Love… love…” Her voice was breathy, and it took her a few tries to get the words out. “…your cock. Feels so good. Oh god it’s so good…”
I knew from past subs that the piercings on my cock could be too much, hitting too many sensitive places all at once if I didn’t take things slow and easy. But in this moment, that wasn’t an option for me. I wanted,needed, Andrea too much. She moaned and cried out as I fucked her roughly, ruthlessly, her pussy clenching tight and hot around my shaft every time I drove deep.
I leaned over her, grabbing onto her hair and tugging hard, forcing her head back and her body to arch beneath mine. She whimpered as I slammed into her, and I growled deep in my throat, feeling the exquisite pressure and friction of all my piercings rubbing along her inner walls.
