Page 221 of Masters of Control

“Please, Asad, don’t whip my pussy! I have to be a virgin on my wedding night. You shouldn’t punish me for that. I’m giving you my bottom instead.” Even through her whispered pleas, he could hear the hint of laughter and enjoyment threaded through her voice. She was having fun with the pretense of being a reluctant virgin who didn’t want to be punished.

“Okay, sweetheart, I won’t whip your pussy right away. Let me know when you’re ready for me to.”

Her eyes widened as he lifted the short rubber whip and brought it down on her breast instead of her pussy. The tiny multitude of strands would sting, though even with using full force, they wouldn’t be more than a tease for a masochist like Morgan, especially on her breasts and nipples rather than her pussy.

The little mewling sound she made went straight to his cock. He lifted the whip again, bringing it down on her other breast. It took several slaps of the strands against her breasts before the skin began to blush pink, and she was squirming in place, holding onto her ankles in a vain effort to help keep herself still.

He grinned, enjoying the torment he was inflicting on her—not a painful one, but a teasing one that was making her wild with arousal and need because it wasn’t nearly enough. Especially after the caning, this would be a downgrade, and it was deliciously torturous.

“Too rough, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly. “Let me know when your tits have had enough. I’ll be happy to punish your naughty pussy instead.”

Morgan bit her lip, as though she was trying to keep from screaming, even though he knew the sting of the whip wasn’t hurting her enough for that reaction. More likely, she was trying to keep from begging that he whip her pussy, which would give her more of the pain she craved since it was so much more sensitive.

He aimed the rubber whip at her breasts again, focusing on the nipples, knowing the tease would drive her wild. Closing her eyes, she moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts up, begging for more. Fisting his cock in one hand, he eased some of his own ache while increasing hers.

Until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, Asad, I’m ready. Whip my pussy!” she begged, her voice full of desperation. Not because her breasts couldn’t take anymore—they were barely pink, though her nipples were fully erect and standing at attention—but because she needed more stimulation.

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Immediately, he switched his aim, stepping back so he could hit the sensitive open folds of her pussy square on. The way she was positioned on the bed gave him a widespread target, and the tiny strands rained down on her sensitive flesh. Morgan squealed behind a clenched jaw, keeping herself from becoming too loud as the rubber snapped against her spread lips and swollen clit.

The wetness of her pussy would also increase the stinging sensation, and the way she tightened her grip on her ankles and writhed in place made it clear she was struggling to stay put. The shock of the new sensation wouldn’t last long, and she would get used to it after a moment, but he enjoyed seeing her struggle at first before her body adjusted and submitted to the whip… to him.

“Good girl,” he purred. “I’m going to punish this naughty pussy for denying me, then I’m going to claim that sweet ass.”

Morgan moaned in response, moving her hips upward to meet the stinging whip, shuddering as it landed. She was fucking perfection.

He was going to miss this.

Morgan

The delicate folds of her pussy burned as Asad applied the whip, the tiny strands biting into her flesh every time they landed. It hurt, and at the same time, it increased her arousal, her clit throbbing from the bee sting stimulation without being able to get enough to send her over the edge into orgasm.

As teasing as the whip to her breasts and nipples had been, this was worse. Her empty pussy was clenching, her hips rocking as she held position, her whole body yearning to feel Asad’s weight on top of her, his cock inside of her. Even the feeling of fullness in her ass didn’t replace that desire.

“Please, Asad… I want you… I need you…” The punishment wasn’t the stinging pain. All that did was drive her arousal higher. The punishment was the tease. Having him standing right there, fisting his cock, rather than putting it inside her. Whipping her pussy with a tiny rubber whip that tormented but not hard enough.

“Beg me again. Where do you want me?” The whip came down, stinging her swollen lips and biting her clit, yet leaving her unsatisfied.

“In my ass. I want you to fuck my ass.” Her muscles clenched around the plug, which had warmed inside her but still couldn’t replace the feeling of a cock. Her pussy spasmed in sympathy.

“As you wish.”

He dropped the whip next to her on the bed and reached for the base of the plug. Morgan moaned as the ridges passed through her tight ring, setting all the nerve endings afire with pleasure. The emptiness gaped. Glass tapped against wood as Asad set the plug aside on the nightstand before moving back to his position in front of her, slicking lube over the length of his cock before lining it up with her eager hole.

His eyes met hers as he pressed the thick head to her sphincter and pushed in. Thanks to the plug, gaining entrance was easy enough, and both of them moaned as he filled her ass with his cock. Morgan shuddered, fingers tightening around her heels, holding herself open for him as his dick kept going and going, deeper inside her.

While the plug had a thick, rounded bulb, the actual stem between the base and the bulb was rather thin compared to Asad’s cock. There was no relief as her tight ring wasn’t able to close around something smaller. Instead, his thick length kept it stretched open—if anything, he was bigger at the base of his cock than where his shaft connected to the head, meaning she was stretched even wider as he sank into her.

“Oh… yes…” She canted her hips upward, shuddering as he bottomed out inside her, his body rubbing against hers, his hard stomach flush against her pussy and swollen clit.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take my cock up your pretty little ass. I own this ass now.” He leaned forward, gripping her hips as he pulled out halfway and thrust back in hard. Morgan moaned again, clenching around him, her pussy spasming in need at the dragging sensation as he retreated, then the feeling of fullness returning.

He was big and hard and hot inside her, moving easily, thanks to the lube. He began to fuck her ass in long, hard strokes that sent all of her senses blazing. Though her muscles tried to clamp down around him, the lube meant she couldn’t really get a grip. He just kept thrusting, fucking her harder and deeper, while she shuddered and writhed on his cock.

Looming over her, his fingers dug into her hips, his gaze boring into her as he moved. Morgan gasped and squirmed, holding herself open for him, reveling in the sensation of him moving inside her and using her for his pleasure, even as her own grew.