He owned me when we played his sadistic games. Although I was always nervous when we started, I still looked forward to the session. He growled, but stayed in control.
"You’re making my cock so hard, Kitten. You are such a fucking good, good girl, aren’t you?"
My breath caught in my throat as he praised me. His baritone voice was low and masculine, lulling me into a trance. I could hear the deep need in his words. He was incredibly turned on.
“Now, my pet, it’s time to take you to the next level. I want to hear your screams and see your tears. Spread your legs wider for me, love.”
My eyes flew open in fear, but I obeyed, opening my legs as far as they would go. I wasn’t sure what thenext levelmeant,but I would find out.
And there it was. He grabbed the whip. My skin prickled with fear andneedat the same time. I was nervous, but what kept me calm was knowing he would not break my skin, and knowing he would use the toy if the pain became unbearable.
Before I could even question what his intentions were, I felt the whip strike my inner thighs, causing a deep burning sensation all around my lower extremities and pelvic area.
It was completely unexpected, taking me by surprise. I jumped, stifling my scream. The pain was ten times worse than him using the belt on my ass.
"OH, FUCKKKKK.”
I moaned as the sweat instantly beaded up on my neck and back. I bit down hard on my lower lip, stifling a scream. He only ever struck my bottom, never any other part of my body.
The whip felt like blades cutting across my skin. I could feel my lower lip quiver as I tried to hold back the tears threatening to fall from my bulging eyes.
The flogger landed twice more in succession on my lava-hot flesh. He struck me just the right way, making sure the strap only landed on his intended target area without coming into contact with my sex. I was thankful for that.
I still wriggled and struggled to escape the whip's onslaught, but the small space between my tormentor and the table had me trapped.
Unable to move even an inch, I had to endure the multiple blows, but they were too intense. I was screaming in agony, heavy sobs escaping from myswollen lips. The burn was intense. My inner thighs were throbbing and raw.
It felt like someone lit a match and set me on fire! I was seeing stars at this point. This hurt much, much worse than his regular belting sessions.
He grabbed me quickly around my waist and held me still while I gripped the edge of the table for support.
I was crying and screaming, with heavy tears cascading down my cheeks like a small waterfall, creating a tiny puddle of liquid just under the side of my head. Hebrokeme. I screamed and begged him to stop.
"Atlas, please, no more! It's just too overwhelming."
He removed his hand from my waist, releasing his grip. He bent over, bringing his lips to my ears.
"Shhh, my sweet girl. I have something that will make it all better." He stood up and grabbed the remote from the table.
I felt a light buzz on my clit. I hissed between sobs, thankful for his compassion. With a grunt, he threw the flogger to the floor. Relief flooded me when he didn’t take it any further, although I would have been okay with it if my pussy was being stimulated.
How sick does that make me? Two minutes ago, I thought I was going to die from the pain, and now I was okay if that little toy was buzzing against my clit simultaneously if he continued whipping my thighs.
I need some serious counseling.
There was something about pleasure mixed with pain that was as addictive as crack cocaine. I was a cutter in the past, and I remember the feeling of euphoria when I opened my skin. That was longforgotten, but this man has made it his number one goal to ensure that part of my personality resurfaced from the deepest corners of my mind.
He was doing a damn good job because, as bad as this session was, I felt slick between my legs!
Wet forhim.
I only wantedhim. Heownedme right now.
His voice was soothing.
“Hush, my love. You are my queen, you know that, right?”
He tucked the loose strands that escaped my bun behind my ear. I felt sweaty and shaky, nodding my head in agreement. “Yes, I know I am your queen.” I purred.
