“Sophia, you’re going to receive a punishment fuck now. You are not allowed to come and you will not defy me. This is not for your pleasure – it is so you will never forget who owns your body, who owns you, and the only man you fully trust.
“I will fuck you here,” he thrusts two fingers into my already wet center and I can’t contain my cry at his welcome intrusion. With quick flicks of his wrist, his fingers move in and out of me and my body responds immediately. “Already so wet,” he murmurs against the skin of my breast before he bites my nipple and I involuntarily arch my back, and thrusting my breast even more toward him. “You’d better not come,” the tone of his voice conveys a clear warning.
He suddenly withdraws his hand and my body revolts at the loss. I groan loudly in disapproval and his puts his fingers in my mouth. “I will fuck you here, too. Lick yourself off my fingers,” he commands and I obey.
A sudden desire to take me flashes in his eyes before it’s quickly replaced with the hardness. I’m not used to this Dom, the one who seems to enjoy handing out my punishment and isn’t the least bit patient. His method of punishment is so exciting, so raw, and so primal that I can’t help but be turned on even more by it. I think this is the point, though–to get me so worked up that I can’t help but come and then he can punish me in a different way.
As long as he keeps his fingers in my mouth, I continue to suck and lick them as instructed. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I run my tongue over and around each finger. Moving my head as much as I am able, I lift to take them deeper in my mouth and lower it to draw my lips out to the tips of his fingers. Dom leans across my body and bites the swell of my breast, marking me as his property. The mixture of pleasure and pain swells inside me and makes it hard to focus on my task.
Abruptly pulling his fingers from my mouth, he taps my temple and punctuates his every word forcefully, firmly committing them to my memory. “I will fuck you here. I’m wiping out anything any other man has ever said or done to youtoday. From now on, the only man’s words that matter are mine. The only man’s touch that you’ll remember is mine. I am the only Dom you’ve ever had or will ever have.”
Before I can answer, he flicks the leather flogger across my chest. It doesn’t have a sharp sting like a whip does, but after enduring several lashes it makes my skin ultra-sensitive. The quick rotation of his wrists delivers multiple lashes in a short amount of time and soon my breasts are bright red. Dropping the flogger, he reaches over and grabs a silver chain off the nightstand.
When he holds the two ends up in front of his chest, I realize exactly what he has and my audible gasp brings a sexy, sadistic smile to his face. He takes one clamp and places it on my already sensitive nipple, slowly lays the silver chain across my skin, and places the second clamp on my other nipple. The pinching sensation heightens my arousal and I roll my head back in delight.
A sudden tug on the chain brings me back to my senses and creates a new mixture of pleasure and pain. “You will keep your eyes on me, Sophia. Don’t make me say it again.”
“Yes, Dom,” comes my automatic, submissive reply.
He climbs on top of me and, even though I know this is going to be hard on me, I can’t help but feel the exhilaration of feeling him between my legs again. He’s poised with his face hovering over mine, every inch of our torsos meshed together, and his cock is waiting at my entrance. “You’re restrained for a reason,” he pierces me with his eyes. “Don’t squirm. Don’t resist. But, most of all, don’t come. You’re not allowed to come when you haven’t been a good girl.”
He thrusts into me to the hilt and his hands hold my face in place, daring me to look away from him as he takes what is his. His girth stretches me to the tipping point between sheer bliss and burning pain. His hips surge into me, over and over, driving harder and harder, until I feel the intensity building low in my belly. The tingling and tickling of an orgasm building tells me I’m about to defy his rule and I try to think of anything else that will delay it.
“I feel your pussy clenching around my dick, Sophia. You better be squeezing me of your own will and not because you’re about to come,” he says as he drives into me again and again.
After several more minutes, he moves his hand to my breast and removes one nipple clamp. The blood rushes back in, creating a new wave of pain before his fingers skim across my skin to my other breast to remove the second clamp. I cry out from the multiple assaults on my senses. Just as I’m about to have the most intense orgasm ever, he pulls out of me and sits back.
This action causes me to cry out in physical pain. The intense pull is still there, just under the surface, but not quite reached. My nipples are throbbing with the return of blood and my denied orgasm is fading, leaving me unfulfilled and needing more. Now I realize what else is in store for me since my punishment has only begun.
