“Fucking dripping, Addison,” he growled against her throat, vibrating her skin with his lips and teeth.
She moaned for him. Her moans turned to screams as he thrust his fingers roughly into her pussy from behind, pumping them in and out of her body with enough force to carry her up onto her toes. Pain and pleasure merged until she was begging him to stop while begging him to let her come at the same time. He refused to touch her clit for her and thrust a leg out so she couldn’t rub her body against the bedpost and finish herself.
“You… you bastard!” she screamed hysterically, so close to the edge of orgasm she was shaking with need. Juice from her sweet pussy soaked the inside of her thighs.
He rammed his fingers into her, relentlessly massaging her G-spot without allowing her the satisfaction of hurtling into orgasm. He backed off every time she got close until she cried and begged him to give it to her and promised him whatever he wanted if he would just take her over the edge.
“Anything, Addison?”
“Whatever you want!” she cried out, her body spasming and shaking, so close to orgasm that she was certain if she just thought hard enough about it she could force herself over the edge.
“You’ll come up to my place and let me do whatever I want, no questions asked?” he asked, breathing heavily. He let go of her neck and crouched down in front of her body. She could feel his hot breath against her pussy.
“Yes!” she yelled, knowing she would regret agreeing, but totally not caring about consequences at the moment.
“You’ll trust me to take care of you, Addison?”
“Oh god, oh god, yes! Please just.. please, please let me come!”
“Okay, girl,” he said. “Come for me.”
He thrust his fingers against her G-spot and massaged while leaning in and flicking his tongue against her painfully engorged clit. Addison came apart without further prompting. She threw her head back, hair streaming down her arched back, pussy thrust forward into Daniel’s waiting lips and screamed as she came harder than she’d ever done in her life, fluid flowing down her thighs and soaking his waiting fingers. She collapsed against her restraints.
Daniel stood up and caught her around the waist, straightening her against the bedpost and turned her around so she was facing away from the bed. She thought he would release her now, lay her back on the cushiony bed and thrust into her wet, waiting pussy, but he didn’t. Instead he smacked her ass with a sharp slap and snapped, “Stand up straight.”
Addison stiffened her spine in shock. She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell but he grabbed her face, smacking his palm over her mouth. He leaned in close and said against her cheek, “Not done yet, baby. Don’t spoil things by fucking up now. Stick those tits out.”
“Daniel, no!” she gasped, when he released her mouth and stepped back.
“Ten times harder and ten times longer if you don't, Addison,” he snapped. “Do it now, no more reminders.”
She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but she knew Daniel well enough by now to understand he always meant what he said and while she enjoyed being flogged, as it turned out, she was certain she wasn’t going to enjoy it if he got serious about the beating. With a growl of annoyance about not being allowed to enjoy the soft afterglow of her super orgasm, Addison shoved her breasts out and turned her face to the side so he wouldn't accidentally hit her cheek or something.
“Look at me,” he snapped, smacking the flogger in annoyance against what sounded like his jean-clad thigh.
“But I can’t even see you,” she said in protest.
The strike hit her across the left breast, catching her nipple full force before she even knew he had swung the flogger. She shrieked, her head swinging forward and her eyes snapping open in anger. Pain and heat flared through her breast. She longed to rub it away and strained against her bonds.
“Told you before,” he growled, “I always want to see your eyes.”
He hit her several more times, alternating sides, striking each breast in turn. This definitely hurt more than the beating her ass took. Her breasts, and especially her nipples, were far more sensitive. She bit her lip, but after a few more hits she was crying out. He didn’t leave enough time in between hits for the pleasure to really take hold.
Until he finished. She stood gasping against the bedpost, braced for the next hit. When none came after several seconds she was then flooded with sensations of sizzling liquid heat as it flowed through her veins, out from her breasts through to the rest of her body. She writhed against the post, thrusting her breasts out and begging Daniel to help her release the pressure.
He pinched her sensitive nipples, drawing a pained cry from her that quickly turned to a keening cry of pleasure. She dropped her head back against the post and gripped it tightly. “Oh god, Daniel, I think I can come just from that!”
He reached down between them and she felt him unsnapping and unzipping his jeans. She brought her knee up and rubbed it against his muscular thigh through the denim. He reached down, grabbed her knee and yanked it up to his waist, forcing her back hard against the bedpost. He reached down and did the same with her other leg.
Addison cried out, fearing that there would be too much pressure on her bound hands, but he held her up easily in his arms. She barely had time to think about the logistics of their position before he was bringing her ruthlessly down onto the press of his huge cock. Despite her soaking orgasm, his size combined with the standing up position made his entry into her channel a tight one. Addison gasped and cried out, helpless to do anything, bound as she was.
Daniel impaled her with relentless determination, drawing a pained scream from Addison who could only grip the bedpost above her head weakly. She felt like she was being split in two by a hot iron when he was finally seated completely within her. He stayed that way for a moment, bending his head to her reddened nipples and licking and biting them to sensitized peaks again while she adjusted. She screamed at the intense pleasure when the hot suction of his mouth lashed the stripes where the flogger had hit her breasts. Then he reached down, held her ass in his large hands and began guiding her up and down his thick cock with determined strokes.
Addison could only hang in for the ride, but now she was once more reaching fever pitch. Her nipples felt like hardened diamonds rubbing against his chest, sizzling in tune with the ebb and flow of the blood rushing through her pussy and clit. Each stroke of Daniel’s cock, brought his insanely chiseled abs in contact with her clit, stroking it like a cat. She tightened against him like a bow in the hands of a master player.
“Don’t you fucking dare come until I tell you,” he snarled against her, pulling her head back with a fistful of her loose curls before returning both hands to her ass.
“Daniel, please can I come?” she keened.
