The sensation on her clit shifted from heat to burning, the pain sweeping from her sex up to the base of her spine and back. She arched her back while keeping her hips still and cried out, tears leaking from her eyes into the hair at her temples.
Instinct took over, and her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. She tried to yank his hand away. He grabbed the jess, wrapping it around his free hand, then pressing that hand low on her belly,effectively pinning her hand down too. The pressure of his hand against her abdomen added a layer to the pleasure that lay under the surface of pain.
“Almost there, baby.”
“It hurts!”
“I know it does, and you’re taking it like such a good girl. Once your punishment is done, I’m going to rub your pretty little clit and you can come as many times as you want. If you’re able to.”
Her nipples were throbbing. It felt like they were glowing with heat. Her ass burned as her anus clenched and released, clenched and released.
Her clit felt raw and scaled. Her thigh muscles trembled and she was taking shallow breaths in an effort to hold still and not rub against the ginger.
“Cessie, talk to me.” Now it was an order.
“I wanted to rip the ginger off, shove you away, and run for a cold shower. I want you to tie me down so I can’t escape, gag me so I can’t use my safe word, and force me to take the pain.”
“Why?” The word was so soft she almost didn’t hear it over the panting sounds of her own breathing.
“Because I need it.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m ruining the best thing in my life and I don’t know how to stop myself.”
His phone chimed as the timer went off.
The ginger disappeared from her clit first, then he pulled out the plug, and finally he yanked the tape from her breasts. The whole thing took less than ten seconds.
She yelped as cold air hit her burning nipples, the areoles bumpy and tight, while her anus clenched down on nothing, which seemed to only increase the burn.
Cessie was alternately moaning in need and crying as pain rippled through her. She barely noticed as Leon slid onto the bed beside her, pulling her to him.
They ended in one of their favorite positions—him half-reclined with her on his lap, her legs spread over his. Just like for last night’s pussy spanking.
The position gave him access to her pussy and breasts, and he could whisper in her ear, or kiss her if she turned her face to his.
“The burning is going to peak in a few minutes,” he murmured. “It will last another fifteen or so minutes after that, but the heat will start to fade.”
Cessie inched a hand toward her sex, wanting to feel her own clit to see if it was as swollen and hot as it felt. He stopped her without a word, tucking her hand between their bodies which forced her to arch her back.
“I’m going to play with your clit.”
“It hurts!”
“I know it does. But it’s mine to play with, isn’t it?”
She whimpered but nodded.
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you think I don’t know what the ginger did to you?”
“No, Master.”
“Then keep those legs spread so I have access to play with what belongs to me.”
