“You’re a very lucky girl,” he murmurs. “I’m going to make you come. But you’ll have to be patient.”
He walks around the bed and stops at the headboard. I hear a zipping sound and my body clenches, recognizing it. Sure enough, moments later he’s imprisoned my wrists in the handcuffs that are usually hidden in the tufted upholstery.
He does the same with my feet, nudging my thighs apart and handcuffing each of my ankles.
Then he slips a few pillows under my bottom, his eyes drinking me in lustfully.
“You’d better not send Logan to free me,” I warn, a curious sense of déjà-vu causing a nervous shiver to shoot down my spine.
He smacks my pussy hard and I gasp.
“Quiet, pet,” he orders, though he can’t mask the little smirkthat belies his harsh words. “I haven’t given you permission to talk.”
He sits down in front of me, his eyes still glued to my nether regions, and I quiver in impatient anticipation.
“Tsk, tsk,” he says. “I miss the days when you were too scared of me to talk.” He drags his finger up my thighs slowly, stopping just inches from my core. “I wonder how I can make my girl scared of me again. Maybe my punishments haven’t been hard enough.”
I shiver again as his hot breath tickles me. “As soon as you’re fully mended, you’ll really get what’s coming to you,” he growls, before bending down to kiss me gently.
“Please,” I beg, my body quivering with need.
“Please what?” he asks, deepening his kiss, his hand gently threading its way through my hair.
“Please… hurt me. Now, not later.”
He tears his lips away from mine before sitting back, surveying me, his little smirk widening into a grin. I turn my flaming face away, trying to hide it in the sheets, but he grabs my chin with his hand, forcing me to look at him.
“And here I was prepared to go easy on you,” he breathes, stroking my cheek. “Maybe I should, just to teach you a lesson about begging.”
He clamps his mouth around my nipple and I tense, wondering if he’s going to bite it. Instead, he flits his tongue over it, sucks on it gently, and the sparks it sends down to my core make me moan. Then, as he continues to suck on it gently, I find myself relaxing, sighing, a peaceful sort of desire washing over me.
He chooses that moment to smack my pussy again, hard, and I cry out in surprise. Then he frees my nipple and leans down to lap at my arousal. He begins to alternate, one slap, one lick, while I twist and whimper under him, the pain making me far more arousedthan any pleasure could. His other hand reaches for my breasts, but it’s no longer gentle. At least, not entirely. He strokes my stiff nipples until I relax, and then he pinches them hard, twisting them between his fingers so hard I can barely keep from screaming.
After a while, he lets off smacking the space between my legs, and I lean back, my eyes closed, my pussy throbbing deliciously. It makes his tongue feel so much better as he once more starts to hungrily lap at me, then finds my clit and sucks on it, rolling it in his mouth, before flitting his tongue into me, darting over that spot as I begin to shake uncontrollably. Then, again, just as I feel myself reaching that delicious wave of pleasure, he withdraws and a volley of hard slaps leave me writhing in pain and panting in frustration.
“Please,” I beg, tears springing to my eyes. I need it so much. I needhimso much.
He rewards me with more slaps, and they’re so hard I’m sure my pussy has turned bright red.
“No talking,” he says, but he begins once more to torment me with his tongue, lapping and sucking at the hurt. I can’t help but cry out in need, my arousal greater than ever.
The pressure threatens once more to break, and I brace myself for the frustration I think is coming. But he doesn’t withdraw this time. He keeps his mouth clamped around my clit, sucking on it lightly as he slips two fingers into me, one in my pussy and the other in my bottom, just as the orgasm washes over me. He starts to finger fuck me then, keeping his mouth on me, riding out the orgasm with me, pushing it an impossibly long time, until I’m left panting on the sheets. But he doesn’t let up then. He goes harder, and I start gasping, at first with overstimulation, and then with another wave of pleasure that builds and builds until I’m once morethrashing helplessly in the sheets, my pussy spasming around his finger.
And still he doesn’t let up.
“Let’s see how many I can give you,” he says as I whimper, my body throbbing, sore and needy.
The clock on the bedside table tells me nearly thirty minutes have passed when he finally lifts his mouth again. I’m a panting, quivering, sweaty mess. He withdraws his finger from my pussy with that same sickening squelching sound as before, but I’m far too spent to be embarrassed by it. He keeps his finger in my ass, though, and I have a feeling he’s far from finished with me.
He bends over and kisses me on my mouth, then makes me lick up my own arousal. I don’t like it half as much as he seems to.
“I could eat you all day long,” he rumbles, biting down on my lower lip so hard I can’t help but squirm, even though I know it’ll make the finger still embedded in me hurt more.
At last, he frees my ass, but only for a moment. He quickly removes his shirt, pants and boxers, and I drink in his body. He’s lean, not too bulky, but his body is beautifully rippled with muscles. His shoulders are broad, his arms bulging and he’s got a perfect six-pack.
He lies down on the bed, his body crushing mine, though he’s careful not to put pressure on my stomach. His index finger quickly finds my ass again and I whimper in pain when he adds a second one. But my attention is soon drawn to his cock. I can feel its impossibly large tip pressing against me, and a moment later, he’s entered me. It barely hurts, even though I’m still surprisingly tight despite the fact he’s fucked me multiple times a day for the past month, ever since the doctor very embarrassingly gave him the go ahead.
I’m so wet I can take him easily. He buries himself to the hilt, gently, even though I wish he would fuck me hard. But I know he’s still wary of my injuries.
