Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (9 page)

Sarah moaned as he stretched her wider, the pain of his entry mixing with the fierce desire for him to be seated all the way in. She loved it when he took her in the ass, it was just going to be a little rougher getting to that point this time.

Without pulling back, giving her body little time to adjust, Michael pushed forward even further, pressing Sarah tightly against the hard edge of the desk, he then shifted his hips and slammed his way home. Sarah cried out, feeling far too full. Her ass was on fire inside and out. His cock seemed larger than it ever had before. Her eyes were wide, and her breath came in pants as she tried to get used to the feeling and push past the pain. He was so damn big and hard.

“How’s that bad girl? This is what naughty girl’s always get. They get there little rosebuds fucked until they cry. Now I’m going to stand still and you’re going to recite all your wrong doings while you
squeeze me nice and hard. It’s going to hurt, but it’s what you need and deserve. There will be no pleasure to dull the pain until you’ve repented. Get busy girl.”

Sarah couldn’t believe how different the sensation was this time. She felt like he was buried clear through her belly and past the point of her body’s limit. Her ass was stretched too tight. She burned deep inside, but the fire was matched by one in her core that was building with every whispered nasty that left his lips. She clenched her muscles and a bolt of pleasure mixed with pain shot through her. Michael slapped her ass and jerked on the belt around her waist reminding her of his orders.

“Does it hurt Sarah?”

“Yes
,
Sir.” There was no play acting in her answer but there was no way she was going to tell him to stop either. It hurt, hurt badly, but she wanted him to slam fuck the hell out of her at the same time. The totally unique pleasure sensations always caused by a good anal fucking were building right along with the pain.

“Do you deserve it Sarah?”

“Yes
,
Sir.”

“That’s right. Tell me why. Tell me why nice and respectfully, and I might forgive you and fuck you until you can’t cum anymore. I’m going to ride you so hard my sweet slut. Gonna be so so good. So fucking tight my bad little whore. Tight and hot. You fit me like a glove, sweet. Your body was made for my pleasure. Squeeze me with your bottom and tell me how sorry you are.”

“I’m sorry I cut... Oh God Michael ...” The clenching of her muscles sent a forceful bolt of pain and desire spiraling deep within her. It left her breathless. “I’m sorry I cut school.”

“That’s a girl, fuck me tight. So incredibly hot. Your punished little bum is on fire.”

“I’m sorry I let that boy touch my breasts.” Sarah squeezed and Michael hissed, jerking on the belt, lunging forward and slamming her into the desk as he buried himself even deeper. Sarah cried out at the force of his thrust. Her stomach doing flips as the pain and desire battled for domination deep in her belly.

“If you ever let another man lay a finger on you, I will take a whip to your pussy girl. You’re mine. Only for me. Keep going.”

“It hurts.” Sarah whimpered, her body still not able to accommodate his size without him moving to help her muscles relax, but she was incredibly turned on at the same time. She knew Michael would punish her for real, no game playing involved, if she even so much as returned the look of another man, and although she’d found it hard to believe at first, his jealousy excited her to no end.

After an evening out, when the other guys had been undressing her with their eyes all night, he always took her home and gave her a good rough and tumble
,
all possessive and growly like. A couple of times he hadn’t been able to wait until they made it home and had bent her over the hood of their car and fucked her til her knees buckled. The sex was incredible when he was asserting his claim.

Michael slapped her ass, pulling her out of her musing and bringing her back to the task at hand. “It’s supposed to hurt love, or
it wouldn’t correct your behavior now would it?”

“I’m sorry for being late when you summoned me. I’ll never do it again.” Sarah squeezed her muscles and groaned. The pain was fading a little and the need to be taken hard was building rapidly. “And I’m sorry for chewing gum.”

Michael yanked sharply on the belt and reached under her to pinch her swollen clit. “I’d forgotten about that. I assume you now know the proper use for your mouth, young lady?”

“Oh yes
,
Sir.” Sarah rotated her hips and Michael growled, thrusting forward, causing her breasts to rub against the cold wood, and her pussy to grind against the desk.

“Damn it Sarah! I said no moving!” Each word was accompanied by a slap, and each slap sent a shock wave of exquisite pain to her core.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please
,
Sir.” Sarah clenched her muscles as hard as she could until Michael stopped spanking her. “I swear I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Have you now?” Michael held Sarah by the belt around her waist and pulled all the
way out of her incredibly tight ass. They both hissed in unison at the sensations his movement caused. “Who owns your body Miss Walton?”

“You
,
Sir.” Michael entered her again, pushing slowly, opening her up, and delving deep into her hot velvet core, the crimson skin of her well spanked bottom slowly stretching to accommodate him. One of Michael’s hands moved to dip between her swollen pussy lips and flicked her clit teasingly. Sarah gasped, her body trembling beneath his.

“The first thing you will think about each morning and the last thing that will go through your head each night will be how you are going to please me, because if you ever fail to sweet girl, you'll find yourself bent over this very desk with a paddle beating your sweet ass while I’m fucking you to your knees.” Michael slowly pulled out then thrust forward a little harder, Sarah’s heat almost making him lose control. He grit his teeth and tried to think of cold things, ice cream, snow, bloody fucking polar bears, anything but the
scorching heat of her ass enveloping his throbbing shaft.

“You will be kept in a state of constant arousal, only cumming when I see fit, only getting release if you’re a good girl. If you don’t please me love, there will be no pleasure, only pain. Your body is going to ache from being filled by me over and over again.” Michael pulled out a little faster, and then pumped in again, once, twice, three times until they were both whimpering. Sarah clenched her muscles and Michael rubbed her oversensitive clit, but only for a moment. Sarah rocked with the motion then cried out when he stopped.

“Michael
,
please
!
”

“We
’
re not done yet. Naughty girls must wait to cum. Forget to call me sir again and we’ll start over with the belt. Is that what you want? Another bottom warming?”

“No
,
Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Each morning you will present yourself for my pleasure. You will be well disciplined in any manner I see fit, and well fucked at the start of each day. Your bottom will burn as you sit and wiggle on those hard wooden
chairs in class, and the feel of my cock stretching your sweet cunt or tight little bum will linger far into the afternoon reminding you of how you are to behave.”

Michael moved his hands to her ass cheeks and gripped them tightly. Sarah hissed as his fingers dug into the welted skin. Michael held her open wide and looked down as his cock slid all the way out then pierced her tight rosebud once again. In and out, in and out, so tight, and so beautiful. Her little bum hole was red and hot. The erotic sight of him filling her transfixed him.

“You are never to forget that my eyes will be on you at all times, and if you stray, I will blister your bottom. I own many things designed to give pleasure or pain, and I assure you I am quite talented in the use of all of them.” Michael moved his hands to her hips and angled her so her clit wouldn’t rub against the desk. He increased his pace, giving her anal stimulation only, ramming home hard and fast. Sarah gripped the far edge frantically, trying to maintain her hold as a powerful force began building deep in her belly.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You... oh God only you.”

“Who will pleasure you Sarah?”

“Ooohhhh Gooodddddd Michael. You... you will.” He growled and pulled out of her. Sarah twisted in shock and confusion, her body burning, blood pounding, desire making her crazed. Michael pulled the belt from her waist and struck her with it, three times quickly, forward and back as he snarled. Sarah howled in outrage reaching the limit of her endurance.

He pulled her up then sat her down on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs, bringing the belt down on her swollen pussy. Sarah screamed and fought him, but Michael pushed her backwards, his movements fluid and quick. He tossed the belt aside, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and thrust back into her ass before she could react, then to her dismay, he refused to move.

Sarah bucked her hips and thrashed under him, the fire from the belt burning her pussy and the swell of his cock in her ass driving her mad. She had to come or she
would lose her mind. “Noooooo.... oh God. Evil, evil, evil.”

“Told you to call me sir, Sarah.” Michael looked down at her, his woman, his bad  girl, and smiled. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were glazed with need, her cheeks flushed with desire, her hair a wild mass of tumbled gold around her head. Michael pulled her hips to the edge of the desk and started to fuck her harder as he pressed her legs back until her thighs touched the desk’s top. Sarah reached above her head, gripping the far edge for support as Michael began to drive into her. He leaned down and pounded deep with a steady rhythm, one hand moving to her drenched pussy, one to her breasts. He teased her nipples, one then the other as he crushed her beneath him into the hard unyielding surface of the desk. He thrust two fingers deep inside her, stroking her inner walls, as the rest moved in a blur over her clit.

“Nownownow ..... oh yes... oh yes... oh God ... Michael ... do it ... harder... oh God... oh oh oh, harder Michael, fuck me harder, fuck me, take me, so hard, feels so good, oh
Michael, oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, me, do it, now, yesyesyesyes.”

Their eyes were full of passion as blue ones met hazel, their breathing harsh, their minds totally focused on each other. Michael’s eye blazed with fire in response to their violent coupling and Sarah’s nasty litany. Sarah let loose a keening wail, eclipsing all words, as all the muscle in her belly spasmed then released in an explosive orgasm. She screamed Michael’s name and he increased the fury of his thrusts, never slowing them or the movement of his fingers over her clit. He pounded into her scorching hot ass and let loose a feral growl as his own climax overtook him. “Fuck Sarah, so fucking tight. Oh God, so fucking hot and tight.”

Leaning forward, Michael hooked his arms under Sarah’s and pulled her up so he could bite her breast. As his teeth bit down on the tender skin, Michael came, his seed erupting in her scorching hot bottom. The bite made Sarah scream and climax again. The white hot pain spiraled through her, mixing with pleasure to become one and the same. Her body shook with the intensity
of her climax, milking Michael for everything he had. The force of their multiple releases left them both dazed and weak.

Michael kissed her hard, then whispered sweet words against her skin. He kissed her breasts, nipples, neck, cheeks, and mouth, murmuring how much he loved her. Sarah’s eyes opened dreamily and her head lolled back, her muscles refusing to support her. Her body was completely spent. Michael picked her up, then gently lowered her to the floor. He crawled beside her, pulling her close and cradling her head with his shoulder.

“That was incredible. I think you wore me out. Such a nasty, evil man you are Michael, making me do wicked things.” Her smile was one of complete bliss as her eyes slid closed again.

“Time to rest, kitten. I believe you've learned your lessons young lady.” Michael stroked her hair and kissed her temple until her breathing was steady and deep. “At least for today.”

“For today?” One eye opened and Sarah looked at him quizzically.

“Heard that did you?” Michael gave her a cocky grin full of challenge. Would she be up for more games in the future? He sincerely hoped so.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be getting rid of that outfit any time soon.”

Michael leaned up on his elbow, eyebrows arched, tongue curling behind his teeth. “We can play that again?”

“Wouldn’t want me straying and returning to my naughty ways now would you?”

“Oh no pet, we can’t allow that to happen. Can’t allow that at all.” His fingers found her nipple and gave it a pinch.

She smiled and shook her head. “Michael, I need to rest. A certain evil Headmaster really gave it to me good. Perhaps after a nap and a hot bath...”

Michael kissed her fiercely then settled her back into the crook of his arm, holding her tight. “Whatever you say, kitten. You know I'm game. Love you Sarah."

"Always Michael, always."

Dining In

Mia struggled as she came through the back door balancing three full bags of groceries. She dropped her keys as one of the bags threatened to spill, tightening her arm around it, as she tried to swing the door shut. She growled in frustration, as the bags began to slip, then kicked the door closed behind her instead. She reached the table just as the paper sack clutched in her fingers ripped, sending oranges rolling across the floor. She dumped the rest of the bags on the table with a curse and a grimace, then gathered up the wayward fruit and quickly put the food away, finally spying the note resting on the kitchen counter. Her expression turned from a scowl to one of delight as she read Ethan’s instructions.