Taking a deep breath, I force myself to stay still, watching as she slowly begins to disrobe.Her face is flushed, her breathing coming faster, and I know she’s already aroused, her pussy hot and slick, primed for me.At the same time, I can feel the hesitation in her movements, see the wariness in her eyes.There is a part of her that still fears me, that knows what I’m capable of.
She’s right to be afraid.There is something within me that thrives on the pain of others, that wants to hurt them.
That wants to hurther.
She takes off her fleece sweater first, revealing a black tank top underneath.Her pink bra straps peek through, and the innocent color excites me for some reason, sending a fresh surge of blood straight to my cock.The tank top comes off next, and by the time she’s pulled off her boots and jeans, I’m all but ready to explode.
In her pink matching bra-and-panties set, she’s the most delectable creature I have ever seen.Her petite body is fit and toned, the muscles in her arms and legs subtly defined.Despite her slenderness, she is undeniably feminine, her ass perfectly curved and her small breasts surprisingly round.With her long hair flowing down her back, she looks like a Victoria’s Secret model in miniature.The only flaw is a small scar on the right side of her flat stomach—the reminder of her appendectomy.
I have to touch her.
“Come here,” I say hoarsely, my cock straining painfully against the fly of my jeans.
Staring at me with her huge dark eyes, she approaches cautiously, uncertainly, as though I might attack her at any time.
I suck in another deep breath to prevent myself from doing exactly that.Instead, when she reaches me, I lean forward and firmly grip her waist, drawing her toward me so that she’s standing between my legs.Her skin is cool and smooth to the touch, her ribcage so narrow that I can almost encircle her waist with my hands.It would be so easy to damage her, to break her.Her vulnerability turns me on almost as much as her beauty.
Reaching up, I find the clasp of her bra and release her breasts from their confinement.
As the bra slips down her arms, my mouth goes dry and my entire body tightens.Even though I’ve seen her naked hundreds of times, each time is a revelation.Her nipples are small, pinkish-brown in color, and her breasts are the same light golden hue as the rest of her body.Unable to resist, I cup those soft, round mounds in my hands, squeezing them, kneading them.Her flesh is sleek and firm, her nipples stiff against my palms.I can hear the catch in her breathing as my thumbs rub across those hardened peaks, and my hunger intensifies.
Releasing her breasts, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and push it down her legs, then cup her sex with my right hand.My middle finger pushes into her small opening, and the warm moisture I find there makes my cock jerk.She gasps as my callused thumb presses against her clit, and her hands reach up to grab my shoulders, her sharp little nails digging into my skin.
I can’t wait any longer.I must have her.
“Get on the bed.”My voice is thick with lust as I withdraw my hand from her pussy.“I want you on your stomach.”
She scrambles to obey as I rise to my feet and begin to disrobe.
I’ve trained her well.By the time I’ve removed my own clothes, she’s lying on her stomach fully naked, a pillow propping up her curvy little ass.Her arms are folded under her head, and her face is turned toward me.She’s watching me with those thickly lashed eyes of hers, and I can sense her nervous anticipation.She both desires and fears me in this moment.
It turns me on, that look, but it also awakens another kind of hunger in me.A darker, more perverse need.Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the belt from my jeans lying on the floor.Picking it up, I wind the buckle end around my right hand and approach the bed.
Nora doesn’t move, though I can see the anxious tension in her body.My lips twitch.Such a good girl.She knows it would go worse for her if she resists.Of course, by now she also knows that I will temper her pain with pleasure, that she will derive enjoyment from this too.
Pausing at the edge of the bed, I extend my free hand and trail my fingers along her spine.She trembles under my touch, a reaction that sends dark excitement surging through me.This is exactly what I want, what I need—this deep, twisted connection that exists between us.I want to drink in her fear, her pain.I want to hear her screams, feel her helpless struggles—and then have her melt in my arms as I bring her to ecstasy again and again.
For some reason, this small girl brings out the worst in me, makes me forget whatever shreds of morality I possess.She’s the only woman I’ve ever forced into my bed, the only one I’ve wanted this much… and in such a wrong way.Having her here, at my mercy, is beyond heady—it’s the most powerful drug I’ve ever tasted.I’ve never felt this way about another human being before, and the knowledge that she’s mine, that I can do anything I want to her, is a rush unlike any other.With all those other women, it was a game we played, a way to scratch a mutual itch, but with Nora, it’s different.With her, it’s something more.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, stroking the soft skin of her thighs and buttocks.Soon it will be marked, but for now I’m enjoying its smoothness.“So very, very beautiful…” Bending over her, I press a gentle kiss to the base of her spine, inhaling her warm female scent and letting the anticipation build.A shiver ripples through her, and I smile, adrenaline surging through my veins.
Straightening, I take a step back and swing the belt.
I don’t use a lot of force, but she still jumps when the belt lands on the round globes of her ass, a soft whimper escaping her lips.She doesn’t try to move or crawl away; instead her small fists grip the sheets tightly, and her eyes squeeze shut.I swing harder a second time, then again and again, my movements taking on a hypnotic, trance-like rhythm.With each stroke of the belt, I sink deeper and deeper into the blackness, my world narrowing until all I see, all I hear, all I feel is her.The reddening of her tender flesh, the pained gasps and sobs that issue from her throat, the way her body quivers and trembles under each stroke of my belt—I drink it all in, letting it feed my addiction, soothe the desperate hunger gnawing at my insides.
Time blurs and stretches.I don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours.When I finally stop, she’s lying limp and unmoving, her buttocks and thighs covered with pink welts.There is a dazed, almost blissful expression on her tear-wet face, and her slender body is shaking, small tremors rippling over her skin.
Letting the belt drop to the floor, I carefully pick her up and sit down on the bed, holding her cradled on my lap.My own heart is hammering in my chest, my mind still reeling from the incredible rush I just experienced.She shudders, hiding her face against my shoulder, and begins to cry.I stroke her hair, slowly, soothingly, letting her come down from her endorphin-induced high as I come down from mine.
This is what I need now—to comfort her, to feel her in my arms.I want to be her everything: her protector and her tormentor, her joy and her sorrow.I want to bind her to me physically and emotionally, to brand myself so deeply on her mind and soul that she will never think about leaving me.
As her sobs begin to ease, my sexual hunger returns.My soothing caresses become more purposeful, my hands starting to roam over her body with an intent to arouse, not just to calm.My right hand slips between her thighs, my fingers pressing against her clit, and at the same time, my other hand grips her hair and pulls on it, forcing her to meet my gaze.She still looks dazed, her soft lips parted as she stares at me, and I lean down, taking her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss.She moans into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders, and I can feel the heat rising between us.My balls draw up tightly against my body, my cock aching for her slick, warm flesh.
I stand up, still holding her in my arms, and place her on the bed.She winces, and I realize the sheets are rubbing against her welts, hurting her.“Turn over, baby,” I whisper, wanting only her pleasure now.She obediently rolls over onto her stomach, in the same position as before, and I position her so that she’s on her hands and knees, her elbows bent.
On all fours, with her ass tilted up and her back slightly arched, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.I can see everything—the folds of her delicate pussy, the tiny hole of her anus, the delicious curves of her cheeks, pink with marks from the belt.My heart is pounding heavily in my chest, and my cock is throbbing painfully as I grasp her hips, line the head of my dick up against her opening, and push inside.
Hot, wet flesh envelops me, sheathing me in tight, slick perfection.She moans, arching toward me, trying to take me deeper, and I oblige, withdrawing partially and then slamming back in.A cry escapes her throat, and I repeat the move, my spine prickling with pleasure at the clinging grip of her tight channel.Waves of heat roll through me, and I begin to thrust with abandon, barely cognizant of my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips.Her moans and cries increase in volume, and then I feel her peaking, her inner muscles contracting around my cock, milking it.Unable to hold on any longer, I explode, my vision blurring from the force of my release as my seed erupts into her warm depths.
