"What do you need?" he asks silkily, like he knows he's won. "Tell me."
I squeeze my eyes shut, face burning with humiliation and swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat. "I need... I need to come. Please, Sir."
His eyes flash with triumph. "Good girl. But I think you can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
My face burns hotter, if that's even possible. I've never had to say these things out loud before. But the ache between my legs overrides my embarrassment.
"I want your mouth on me again," I whisper. "Your tongue on my clit. Your fingers inside me. Please make me come, Sir."
He grins wickedly. "As you wish."
Diving back between my thighs, his tongue and fingers work in tandem to bring me right back to the edge. I'm trembling, so close to release. My hips buck wildly against his face as I chase my climax.
"Come for me," he growls against my sex. "Now."
The command pushes me over, and I shatter, crying out as waves of fulfilment crash over me. My body convulses, clenching around his fingers as he works me through another climax. In all my life, I’ve never experienced a sexual encounter as intense as this one. I didn’t even think I could orgasm this many times. In the past, it’s always been one and done… if I’m even lucky enough to get one, that is.
Before I can fully recover, he rears up, folding my knees crudely to my shoulders, his hard length pressing insistently against my entrance. I gasp as he pushes inside, stretching me deliciously, watching closely as he buries his cock in me. The overstimulation makes me whimper, my body still too sensitive, and I close my eyes, not wanting to think about any of it.
I should have known he wouldn’t allow it.
"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze as he starts to move.
Each thrust delivers shockwaves of pleasure-pain throughout my being. I'm caught between wanting to shy away from the overwhelming sensations and craving more. My hands scrabble at his back, nails digging into his skin.
"That's it," he growls. "Take it all, like the good little slut you are."
His words ignite something primal in me I can scarcely comprehend since they're so demanding and derogatory. Do I have a secret shame kink? Whatever it is, I tilt my hips up to meet his thrusts, as he grips my knees to give himself more traction. The angle changes and I cry out as he hits a spot deep inside that makes me see stars.
"Please," I moan, not even sure what I'm pleading for. More? Less? An end to this exquisite torment?
He picks up the pace, pounding into me relentlessly. I can feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the first.My body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
"You're going to come for me again," he declares, his hips snapping as he plows into me.
I shake my head, overwhelmed. "I can't," I gasp out. "It's too much."
He chuckles darkly. "Oh, you can and you will." His hand snakes between us, fingers finding my oversensitive clit. I jerk at the contact, a strangled sob escaping my lips.
"Oh god," I whimper as my body betrays me, my hips bucking into his touch even as I try to squirm away.
"Come for me," he commands. "Now."
As if my body is conditioned to obey him, I shatter. The orgasm crashes over me in waves, more intense than the first. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as my inner walls clench around him.
"Arghhh!" It’s painful, but it hurts so good.
He groans, his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes.
I lay there, dragging in great draughts of breath, my body shaking with aftershocks, and he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. For a moment, we're both silent except for our ragged breathing.
Eventually he rolls away, flopping onto his back beside me. I wince as the movement jostles my sore backside. The stark discomfort from the caning comes rushing back now that the endorphins are fading.
I turn my head to look at him, studying his profile. His eyes are closed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. I'm struck by how handsome he is, all chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones. It's unfair that someone so cruel can be so attractive.
"That was...” I pause, not sure what to say. My mind is still reeling from everything that's happened.
He chuckles, opening his eyes to look at me, reaching out to caress my cheek, the gesture almost tender, confusing me all over again.
