Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (18 page)

This action caused Beth to cry out as a spiraling ball of hunger roared through her from her core, and shot out to every nerve. She thrust her hips up and ground against his cock unbidden, unable to help herself. When he became this possessive, when he asserted his claim, she was helpless.

James backed off and looked down at her, eyes blazing, cock pulsing with a need that matched her own, but much more in control. “You weren’t to move, Beth, and bad girls get punished, but first. I’ve had enough of these.”

Much to Beth’s relief, James fingers went to her nipples and quickly unscrewed the hated clamps. She cried out as the blood rushed back into each sensitive peak, panting to hold back her tears as the incredible pain shot through them, knowing if she could only hold on, it would meld with the pleasure.

James, admiring her strength, knowing she was in for much more pain than she was feeling at the moment, gave in just a bit and quickly laved each bud with his tongue, soothing them,
taking away the burn, easing the agony, back and forth until her pants of pain turned to those of desire. True it was a move of mercy, but it was also one that kept her body on edge and confused. Their game was to give pleasure through pain, and confusing the body by offering both in equal doses did wonders to accomplish that goal.

“That’s my kitten. All better now?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Don’t thank me so soon, Beth. We’ve still got those lashes to your sweet quim, and a few other toys to play with as well. Naughty girls get punished and fucked, Beth, and dirty sluts who fail to obey get even worse.”

Pressing her bent legs wide open, exposing her pussy in the utmost of ways, James gave a look that said in no uncertain terms that she was to stay that way; then moved his hands between her legs. He spread the delicate lips of her quim with one hand and worked her clit with the other. Squeezing it gently, making it pop from its hood, stimulating it, tickling, teasing, toying, making her ever so responsive and needy, making sure her little button was at the height of sensitivity, than pinched it between his fingers as
he let her lips go, making sure it stood up and in firing range.

Beth whimpered, knowing exactly what he was doing, and knowing the outcome. It was pure hell when he whipped her pussy like this. The pain would explode through her, fire erupting between her legs, but her clit would be stimulated harshly at the same time. It was an oxymoron of sensations, extreme pleasure brought about by extreme pain, and the result always put her on the edge of cumming with the first blow. Add to that the huge vibe buried deep in her ass, and she would be hard pressed not to have a mind blowing orgasm with or without his permission. Doing so without was a very grave sin indeed, but could she help herself?

“I think you’re ready now. Your little clit looks so needy Beth. All pink and slippery. Soon it will be red and throbbing, luv, and when your cunt is on fire, when it’s raw and red, I just may slam fuck you there till you pass out from the mixture of pain and pleasure because dirty girls can’t have one without the other. If my whore wants to cum it’s going to hurt as well.”

Dirty, nasty, evil man. Oh he was all those things and more, and she loved it. She knew her body would run the gambit, would be pushed to
the limit. She would cry and hurt and burn, but oh she would cum as well, so hard her eyes would cross and she’s pass out if he’d let her.

James gave one more pinch to her clit to make it stand at ready, then stood back and brought the strap down between her legs. Beth jerked, hips rising, but she didn’t close her legs, and James allowed this. She’s done her best, and fought her natural reaction of self-preservation, and, she hadn’t cum. She was panting though, and her pussy was flowing like Niagara Falls.

Again her struck her, this time with lightning speed, and again she jumped, almost imperceptibly, but still her legs remained open. James could see her breasts heaving as she fought for control, saw the sheen of sweat that covered her, heard her heart pounding, saw her stomach muscle clench as she fought back her orgasm.

“One more, pet. You’re doing well.”

He reached forward and ran his finger across her blazing quim. It was red and swollen and oh so tender, but it was sensitive as hell and just this tiniest of touches had her squirming. He flicked her clit and she tossed her head from side to side, a plea for mercy tumbling from her lips.

“Please, no, let me cum, please, can’t... can’t...stop... Sir.”

James smiled in spite of himself. She’d managed to get the all-important ‘Sir’ in there at the last second. Her brain wasn’t completely befuddled... yet.

“Silence, slut. You had better stop yourself.”

He stood back once again and swished the strap through the air, then doubled it over again and slapped it against his palm. “Close your eyes.” She obeyed, not daring not to, and lay in silence, tense, on edge, waiting for the final blow. Seconds ticked by and still he made her wait, then finally, when she thought she would go insane, the strap came down again, the edge catching her clit full on, pushing her to the brink of orgasm, making her scream out as she fought for control.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” The words were jumbled, barely perceptible, but James knew what she was asking.

“No.”’ Down came the strap for one extra time, blazing a trail of agony across her pussy as it lit a fire in her core. Her clit throbbed with pain and an incredible need for release. She felt herself going, falling, the ball of liquid gold beginning to explode within and gripped the
sheets tightly as she let loose the cry of a crazed animal. Panting, crying, confused, shaking her head, bouncing her hips, Beth fought back her orgasm, fought like hell and finally won, then lay there shaking, a quivering rag doll upon the bed.

“On your feet now pet. I think you need to cool off.” On her feet? Was he insane? Her legs felt like Jello. “Come on, luv or I’ll take the tawse to your sweet quim. I mean you are lying there so invitin’ and all, spread out for pleasure. Maybe that’s what I should do.”

“No, please, Sir.” Beth knew if he did that, if he did one more thing to her pussy, she’d be unable to hold back her orgasm. No way, no how, she might be strong willed, but no one on Earth was that strong. Mind over matter was not an option.

Moving slowly, trying her best not to give him satisfaction by wincing at the pain throbbing across her entire backside and between her legs, Beth rose, and stood before him, head bowed, the muscles in her ass squeezing to hold onto the vibe inserted there.

He took a lock of hair in his fingers and toyed with it, then traced the lingering red welts left by the riding crop on her breasts. “All marked up so
pretty for me. Wish I could parade you around like this luv. Show the world you’re mine.”

He circled her slowly, admiring his work, judging which areas needed more attention, trailing a hand across her abdomen then lower across her ass cheeks as he went around.

“Such a pretty bit you are, sweet, but still so bad. Such a bad girl. You almost came there, pet.”

Now she was outraged. How could he be mad at her for that? She hadn’t cum. It had been hard as hell, but she hadn’t. She’d done well, and the bastard didn’t appreciate it one bit!

If her brain had been working right, if it hadn’t been too jumbled by the sensations still roaring through her body, she’d have known he was baiting her, but instead she fell right into his trap. Not that he needed a reason to punish her further, but still, it was fun.

Her eyes flashed, head coming up as she glared at him with indignant fire. “I didn’t cum you son of a bitch.”

“WHORE! How dare you speak to me that way?” He slapped her hard, for her insolent defiance. He’d expected her to be angry, to show a bit of fire, but not to be so outright
disrespectful. It was unheard of while they were in their roles.

Grabbing her arms roughly, nails digging in to her tender flesh, James shook her, his eyes flashing, rivaling the fire in her own. He was seriously pissed off. She’d disrespected her Master, and that was a unspeakable thing to do. She shook her head, lips parted, ready to speak, eyes begging for forgiveness, wanting to take it all back.

“Shut your mouth.” He shoved her down and she fell to her knees, taking the posture of the yielding submissive, eyes squeezed shut.

James stalked the room, snarling, fighting for control. They couldn’t play when he was angry. Their games didn’t work that way. His punishment of her wasn’t about hurting her out of rage. It was for her, for both their pleasure, and emotional release it provided.

Pacing, breathing deeply, his ears picking up on Beth’s soft whimpers, he ran his hand back through his hair and turned to look at her. Seeing her as she should be, on her knees, ready to bend to his will, begging forgiveness, bereft because he had left her, he felt better, fully under control, and ready to continue.

It wasn’t that he was going to let her off any easier for her disrespect, it was simply that he wasn’t going to hurt her in anger. They both knew that if his inner sadist was fully in control as he pushed her body to its limit of pain and pleasure, that he could seriously hurt her, and James knew he’d never be able to live with himself if that happened. She was vulnerable when they took on these roles, and it was his job to protect her. Strong or not, when she came to him, when they entered into these games, she became defenseless, giving up her strength to him, trusting him to care for her and protect her.

“Come here.” His voice was low, controlled but sinister, and Beth quivered, knowing how close to the edge she had pushed him. She rose slowly to her hands and knees, head and eyes down, knowing full well that she’d better not stand, and crawled to him, stopping at his feet.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Please forgive my impertinence, Sir. I’m ashamed of my behavior, and ask that you show me no mercy when chastising me. And... I’m sorry.”

“Apology not accepted, and let me assure you that mercy never even entered my mind. Go to my chair and bend over, legs spread, hands on
the arms, arse fully presented. It’s time for the cane.”

Chapter 4

Beth hung her head, still ashamed at herself for challenging him. Now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to let it all go. She wasn’t the one in control here, she was just a woman, a submissive, one who didn’t want responsibilities and pressures, and he was doing his best to give her that. She should be grateful. She was appreciative, but her natural born bitchiness had taken over like it did more often than not when they were together, and she had almost ruined everything. Well now he would make her pay, and she welcomed it.

Body aching, nipples still burning, pussy throbbing, ass filled and on fire, her core flooding with sensation as the vibe hummed away in her ass, Beth crawled on her hands and knees across the floor to his overstuffed chair to do as he bid.

The coldness of the floor seeped into her bare knees, making her feel even more vulnerable,
filthy and ashamed, but this she welcomed as well. It humbled her to be in this position about to receive his wrath. Humbled her and made her feel normal. Slowly rising as she reached her destination, knowing that to look him in the eyes or raise her head would be a sign of disrespect, she got into position, bent low at the waist, hands grasping the arms of the chair, legs spread wide, ass and cunny fully presented for his pleasure, and waited.

“Good girl.” The small bit of praise buoyed her just a bit, pulling her up, soothing her conscience, but there was still so very far to go to atone for her misdeed.

She never heard the pad of his feet as he approached her, just suddenly felt his hands gripping her crimson ass cheeks. Felt his fingers kneading, punishing, digging in, squeezing, massaging, then tracing lightly over the marks he’d already left on her.

“Such a pretty arse you have, luv. It’s made for this you know. Made for hurtin’ and fuckin’. Made for giving me my pleasure in any way I choose.” He changed tactics and began to play with the vibe in her bum. Twirling it, pulling and pushing, toying with it, never establishing a true rhythm, never giving her what she needed, but it
felt like heaven none the less. Her pussy was so over sensitive, her clit a bundled mass of electric nerves waiting for one touch to set it off, it wasn’t going to take much when he finally agreed to allow her to cum.

He suddenly pulled the vibe out and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out at the loss. It was pure torment.

He heard her muffled sound of anguish and laughed. “Does baby miss having something nice and big in her arse? Does my whore need it bad?”

“Yes... Sir. Please.”

“All in good time. You pissed me off good and proper Beth, and now you have to pay. We’re gonna play a little game to see how strong you can be, and how well you’ve been trained. You’ll receive three with the cane, then ten turns with the juicer buried nice and deep in your bum, then back to three with the cane, and so on. I wonder how long you’ll last.”

“Oh, Sir. I... please.”

“What’s the matter slut? Don’t think you can keep from cummin’ with the juicer spinning away in your tight little bum?”

“Nnn... ooo, Sir.” It was the truth, God it was. How could she do it? She was already on the brink, and that thing... that thing was evil.