24 Feb 2020

https://kala.bdsmlr.com/post/182148266

His hand came down on her ass again and again, beating her soft flesh into the deep bruising red he admired. It had been so long since he's taken her over his knee and they both had missed it. Mind you, he'd punished her round ass in countless other ways  but this position, on their bed, his hand tight in her thick hair, forcing that arch her back while he spanked her...Ah, it really put her in her place quite quickly. A few more landed on her reddened, lightly bruised cheeks, a couple deliberately over the plug lewdly displayed in her tight asshole. He paused for a moment to smear his fingers between her wet thighs and taste the lust built up in her cunt, licking them loudly. A whole week away, constant edging and no orgasms for her that entire time had her frantic for him the second he opened the door.

Without a word he pulled her by her hair off him and stood her up onto her heeled feet. Even with the added night he still towered above her. His mouth crashed down to hers and she moaned tasting her pussy on his tongue. His teeth tugged at her lip and before she could make another sound, his hand flew between them and slapped across her tits. She gasped in shock then again as he backhanded her full breasts, pausing to take a hold of her nipples with both sets of fingers. He squeezed and pulled and twisted until her hips thrust forward and she cried out to him in pain. He responded by letting go and spanking her tits back and forth until they gleamed red in the low light.

"Get back on the bed, whore," he growled softly and she moved quickly, knowing this was not the time to challenge him or put up a fight. Her hands went right back into the leather wrist cuffs waiting for her and he tightened them on. She watched as he pushed her thighs wider, making them stretch wide until she shook. He tied her open like that, thick thigh cuffs attached to smooth rope anchored to the bed frame. He swept up the clamps from the dresser and attached simultaneously to her swollen nipples, grunting and smirking as the tight pain rolled through her. 

"Count!" He commanded, his hand rising high and pausing for effect. She swallowed hard and watched as it dropped, landing directly onto her spread pussy. 

"One!" She screamed, barely catching her breath before the next. Each one was a harsh stinging slap, his entire hand from fingertips to palm landing along the length of her cunt. It took 10 before the first tear dropped down her cheek and another 10 directly to her clit before she was full on sobbing. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her: mascara smearing her cheeks, her tits and pussy red and swollen, her body in a constant tremble. 

He knelt back between her thighs and began to stroke his dripping cock with one hand, and tugged at his aching balls with his other, easing in closer to her so she could watch.  He contemplated plunging into those parted full lips and driving right down her throat, letting her taste him finally after his week away.  But he wanted to increase her torment and decided to instead to only allow her to watch him take his own pleasure.  She growled softly at him, her wet tongue skimming slowly along her lips as she remembered how he emptied himself into her mouth right before he left the week before.  

He rose up on his knees in front of her and grunted loudly, his hand increasing in speed and tightening around his swelling dripping head, allowing a few drops to land on her outstretched tongue.  She writhed in front of him, her cunt dripping and forgetting the pain from just a few minutes before.  Instead it swelled and tightened, grasping at the air, wishing he'd fuck her hard and fill her with his cum.  But all that happened is that he fucked his own hand, slick with his precum, and forced her to watch it all.  His hand tugged on his balls as he let out a long groan and thick forceful streams of cum erupted out from the tip.  He somehow managed to aim it at her face, her tongue catching a full jet of it.  He pulled back slightly and let more of it hit her tits before guiding his cock down to let the last few spurts drench her needy cunt.  He sat there for a moment after the last amount dribbled out and just watched her, looking so incredibly beautiful covered in his cum.  He reached over and took a few shots with his phone, smirking again at her as she bit her tongue back from cursing him out.

He reached forward and took a firm grasp of her swollen clit and tugged hard, before twisting and yanking on the tender nub coated in his cum.  "Thanks, baby, I really needed that after this week." He eased down between her thighs, his fingers still working her clit harshly and immediately bit down on her inner thigh, teeth breaking the skin to mark her tender flesh.  The loudness of her scream made his cock twitch so he released her flesh and  twisted his head to the other one, his mouth latching on again to create another mark.  The blood rose to the cuts his sharp teeth created and he licked over each bite again and again. He glanced up at her, hearing her sobs and just smiled at her, that evil look on his face letting her know they were nowhere near done.

He moved in front of her, his mouth descending to her cum-smeared tits.  His lips pushed against her tits and all around them he left bruising bites, kissing her between each one to allow her to clean the cum from his lips.  By the time he finished, her breasts were adorned with his teeth marks, but not completely.  "Eyes on me," he whispered softly, his hands moving to the clamps and releasing them at the same time.  No warning, no easing into it, just a quick release and her eyes on his so he could see the pain hit her brain just as the lust slammed through her body.  She screamed for him again, louder as he quickly took one into his mouth and sank his teeth down into her clamped nipple, not letting it recover.  The other was in a tight grasp of his fingers, being twisted and yanked.  The sensations hit her hard and her hips fucked at the air, hitting up against his body.  

"Don't you cum, slut!" he commanded, knowing full well that if aroused enough, she was able to orgasm without a touch to her cunt; though it would be nowhere near the intensity if she had been touched, it would pull her from that edge she'd been riding for over 7 days.  She shook beneath him as she struggled to control her self, nearly losing it as his mouth found her other nipple and slammed his teeth down into it.  His fingers worked over the bite marks all over her body as he ground his teeth together, before finally pulling away and off the bed, his hands on his hips, catching his own breath while he watched her body shake, overwhelmed.

Taking in the sight of her, he knew she was riding an edge she'd not hit before, her eyes glazed and wide, goosebumps raised on her skin despite the sweat glistening on her body.  He cocked his head a bit and gazed at her, biting back a groan as he started to tug at his cock back to a full erection.

"Tell me, baby," he gently spoke to her, the kindness in his voice betraying the look in his eyes. "If I don't let you cum tonight, if I want you to continue to be tormented, to suffer, to edge again and again until you break down sobbing, will you be good for me?  Will you beg only to be edged again and not for a single orgasm? Will you give that to me?"

His cock twitched, watching her struggle, not only in the physical binds, but also in the mental ones. He gave her the time she needed, his eyes staying focused on her, watching tears drip down her face, watching her swollen pussy juices drip between her spread thighs, watching her punished exposed clit swell and throb. His eyes widened a bit, catching her head nod swiftly, her throat swallowing rapidly.

"Say it, my delicious denial slut.  Say it."

She groaned at his words, her tongue dragging across her lips before replying, "The last week was so difficult for me. But as much as I wanted to cum, needed to cum, what I ached for even more was to know that I was pleasing you, obeying you. So..." she gasped for a moment before continuing, "if never begging for another orgasm again, to never know when or if you'll let me again pleases you, then yes. I give it all to you."

He quickly went to her and untied her from the bed, pulling her up to her knees so he could kiss her, his hand gripping into her hair tightly and kissing her hard.  His free hand slid down to the plug firmly wedged into her ass and slowly started to pump it. "I hope you didn't say that just because you thought I'd relent. Sit on my cock, slut, I'm going to fuck you while rubbing your clit. If you can last until I cum, maybe you'll get to tonight.  No begging, not for anything.  You ride that edge, I don't care how difficult it is. If you can last, then maybe. Maybe."

This looks like the start of my longer posts on bdsmlr. I've been writing short stories for years; some I posted on Literotica but most were never published anywhere.  This one could use some clean up but for now, I've posted it as-is.