I know he’s laughing at me, but the laughter is real now, and it doesn’t make me angry. The guilt gives way to relief. Everything’s okay. Everything’s okay, because he’s laughing.
And then, his hand is falling on my bottom, hard, again and again. It’s nowhere near the pain of the flogger, let alone of his belt, but being in this upside-down position while I force my body to keep entirely still, the drop beneath me terrifying me despite my conviction that he won’t let me fall, feels nearly unbearable.
But notentirelyunbearable, and I’ve come to enjoy the heady sensation of being driven to my threshold of endurance.
His hand continues to barrel down on me, and I can picture him turning my ass a deep state of red. At last he stops, resting a palm on my burning bottom.
“Never. Strike. Me. Again,” he growls in my ear, and I nod frantically.
Then I hear the sound of a zipper, and my heartrate picks up. What the hell? Is he really planning to take me… like this?
“Time to consummate our marriage,” he chuckles, and the next second, he’s driving his cock deep into me.
I can no longer prevent strangled cries from leaving my lips as he thrusts into me, his hands feeling far too light as they grip my ass. My arms flail below me, helpless, and I wonder if I’m going to pass out. It feels like I’m going to pass out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
But his cock keeps hitting the part of me that makes me wild, and somehow the mounting pleasure keeps me from blacking out completely with panic.
Not for long, though, as one of his hands leaves my ass cheeks.
“Fuck!” I scream out, my hands grasping at nothingness.
He rewards me with a resounding slap on the cheek.
“I’m going to wash that dirty mouth of yours out with soap.”
Then the hand that removed its hold on my ass cheek to punish it finds its way to my folds. I gasp as I realize how wet I am, my arousal actually dripping down my thighs. Just in case I didn’t know, he swipes at it then leans over to me and makes me taste it.
I don’t particularly enjoy my own taste normally, but now, I breathe out, relieved, at being pinned under his weight. It’s a lot more reassuring than feeling like he’s keeping me from falling with just one hand.
Unfortunately, the relief doesn’t last long. He lets me suck on his finger for a few moments, driving it in and out of my mouth in rhythm with his cock fucking me, before popping it back out and going back to his previous, terrifying position. Once more, I feel myself dangling with just a hand on my ass to save me.
I keep trying to convince myself I won’t fall, he won’t let me, but fear is a powerful thing. All I can do is imagine myself tumbling down the thirty or so feet that separate me from the lake below. I wonder if I’d survive such a fall.
But he won’t let me fall. He won’t. Right?
I can’t do a thing about it. I’m not in control. Helpless. His to own and his to keep.
All I can do is accept that he’s going to torture me for howeverlong he wants to torture me, and the only thing left for me to do is submit to his iron will.
It should be making me furious. Instead, I’m wetter than ever.
Well, fuck.
And then, he finds my folds again with his one free hand, and it takes a single touch of my clit for the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced to rip through me.
But he doesn’t let up. I guess when he said he was going to consummate our marriage, he meant it.
He increases the tempo, fucking me viciously as his hand continues to torment my overstimulated clit. I can’t even try to get away from it, because the only place to go is over the balcony, and that’s definitely not happening.
All I can do is groan and wince as he forces one painful orgasm after another from me. I can’t decide if this new thing of his is worse than how he used to deny me. To be made to orgasm again and again, when it feels like my body literally can’t handle it.
And the realization that the only thing that can stop this is him choosing to.
As if he’s decided to prove to me, once and for all, that my will doesn’t matter. He owns it, like he owns the rest of me.
Why does the thought of that make so insanely wet?
Even after he’s come in me, filling me with his semen, even after he’s withdrawn his cock, he keeps rubbing my clit. It’s dry now, swollen from irritation rather than arousal, but somehow the orgasms keep coming even as I cry out in pain.
