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All her focus to the sharp smack of his hand against her tender flesh. “One.” she remembered to say, even as his hand hit her again. Her eyes closed and she huffed the next number. He alternated cheeks, hitting first one and then the other in a constant rhythm that had her anticipating when and where the next one would strike. She could feel the plug scraping against her sensitive flesh with each sharp slap, sending shocks of heat outward from her cheeks and own to her clit. She relaxed into it, slowly floating into the act and giving herself.
The counting kept her focused, the stinging pain kept her there in the moment. With each slap the burn built, the heat spreading downward along her pussy until she found herself lifting her ass to meet his hand. Her breathing was labored, each number becoming more forced and breathy as she counted.
“That’s it.” he stated as he caressed her burning cheeks. Her ass looked beautiful, both cheeks a fiery red. They looked so luscious, he leaned down and bit one cheek. He moaned at her smell, the scent of her sweet arousal filled his nostrils. She moaned, the pain flew from her nipples, to her ass and to her now wet and needy pussy. He thrust his finger hard into her aching sex. She gasped, the intrusion was sudden and felt so incredibly good. But then it was gone.
“You can handle ten more.” he stated firmly. She panted and a breathless yes slide past her lips. “Good Girl, that’s my little slut.”
Crack.
The pain ricocheted through her an instant before the sound reached her ears. Crack. The heat raced over her skin and fired down to her aching, wanting pussy. Crack. She squirmed on the bench, unsure if she was trying to get closer or to move away.
“Let go baby girl.” his voice came through a fog, distant but clear. “Don’t fight it. Let it take you.”
Let it take her. She was always scared to let go, sometimes trust was hard for her. But she knew him, he had never hurt her and always understood what was going on in her mind. She knew at the end he would always be there to catch her when she fell. So she let go, felt the calmness that always overcame her when she gave her all to him.
“Stop resisting me, you think too much. Just let go and feel.” he growled out.
Crack.
Damn. Her body was alight with sensation. Every nerve ending, from throbbing nipples to her aching ass, quivered. Crack. OH that hurt. She couldn’t do it. She let out a whimper and bit her lip. Crack. Crack. She cried out, her body flew, her mind went blank and she felt herself floating. Crack. As the pain was obliterated in the quite of her mind, she drifted away. Crack. Suddenly the nipple clamps were removed and she arched against the instant throb in each tip as blood rushed into the swollen buds. She didn’t even have time to think before, Crack. He delivered a hard smack directly on her tender, exposed pussy. She panted in desperate need as the fire, hot and threatening, inviting, chased her to the edge.
Not caring how she might sound, she begged him. “Please.”
“Who can give you want you want? Who is the only one who can fuck you like YOU need?” he demanded.
“You Sir.” she panted. “Only you.
“Come for me, NOW.” he demanded was his finger flicked her clit hard.
In one hard plunge over the edge she came for him, sailing outward from her body to a level of bliss she could never have dreamed or imagined. With her back arched, her eyes shut, she rode the wave of her orgasm. She felt the sharp intensity of sensation ripple through her muscles and every cell of her body. She slowly came back to herself, feeling her body piece itself back together one cell at a time. She could feel his strong hands rubbing her wrists and ankles where he had removed the bindings. He settled her in his lap, her muscles limp and sated she relaxed against his chest. A hand brushed her hair from her temple.
“We are almost done. You are such a beautiful baby girl.” he growled in her ear. She rubbed her aching ass against his hard cock, mewling.
He grabbed her wrists and bound them in front of her. She shivered, looking up at him with huge, green eyes. He gave a quick, wicked smile and helped her to stand. Walking her over to the wall, she looked up to see a hook suspended from the ceiling. He raised her bound arms and placed them over the hook, putting her on her toes. She shivered at how vulnerable she felt, not able to balance and no way to release herself. She felt him bend down and run his hands along the inside of her thighs, slowly parting them. He slide them up to the middle brushing against her clit, feeling all her heat and wetness.
He leaned in and slowly circled her clit with his tongue, sucking the bud into his mouth. Her hips bucked backwards towards him, pushing into his face as she moaned his name. He ran his tongue up her slit, tasting her, drawing her essence in his mouth. She was tart and salty, delicious, with a hint of sweetness. He continued to devour her pussy, sucking her lips in his mouth hard, and pushing his tongue in deep, thrusting. She moaned and cried out, hips bucking and straining towards release and knowing she was close, he pulled away.
“Sir please I need….” she wailed.
“Only when I say.” he chuckled. “Be a good slut.” he said and stood up, spinning her around he smacking her lightly on the cheek. She tottered on her toes as he leaned in, dug his hands in hair and kissed her. His mouth covered hers, the kiss hot and searching. Need poured from her and he met it with every thrust of his tongue. She rotated her hips and tried to grind her aching pussy against him. She pushed forward and felt his erection, rubbing against it she moaned when she felt his hardness rub against her clit.
He released her abruptly causing her to sway and strain to stay on her toes. He walked around behind her to a lever on the wall. It was attached to a pulley that brought a rope up and through a large screw in the ceiling. From that rope hung the hook she was hanging from, as he slowly turned the handle the hook rose and brought her to the very tips of her toes. She could barely stand, suspended from the hook she could feel the delicious pull in the muscles of her shoulders and arms. He came to stand back in front of her, fisting her hair he pulled her head back and forced her to look at him. Her eyelids hung heavy over eyes that had turned a deep emerald green. Her lips were parted and her chest lifted with each breath, like she was offering herself up to him over and over again. So fucking beautiful.
“Your mine.” he held her gaze, forcing her to understand. “Tell me you understand. You belong to me. My slut. My baby girl.” he stated in a hard voice.
“Yes.” she whispered firmly. “I belong to you, your slut, your baby girl”
Those simple words from her lips had him releasing a long, guttural groan. He released her hair and spun her around to face the wall. He moved in behind her to nibble on her ear, moving his mouth he bit down on the tender flesh at the juncture of her neck. She flinched and then tilted her head, offering more of herself. Using his teeth to hold her in place, he grabbed her hips and shoved into her with one hard plunge. She bowed her back as his thick, rigid cock filled her. He moaned at her tightness, the plug in her ass making it almost painful. Her muscles clenched around him as he gripped her hips and pushed into her with strong, demanding thrusts.
She was helpless as she hung there and could do nothing but take his thrusts, suspended on her toes. He bent his knees and flexing his thighs made each stroke longer, deeper and harder. The sound of skin slapping on skin was at once obscene and intimate, blending in with the non-verbal noises she was making. He pulled her closer, his hands coming up to twist and pull on her nipples. The tender tips screamed in shock, the sharp pricks of pain bringing her to the edge. Her body on fire, juices dripping down her thighs, she swayed with each thrust and listened to the symphony of their bodies coming together.
“Please, please…” she begged him incoherently. “I need to come Sir.”
He made a rough, harsh sound that was close to a growl. He thrust again, harder and deeper as he ground his pelvis into her ass. He could feel himself bump her cervix, hard and strong, bring her off her toes every time. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling back hard. She screamed at the sensation, pain traveling fast down her spine to hit her womb.
“Come for me now you little BITCH.”
The sheer intensity of the moment exploded within her. She was completely gone, as the storm crashed around them she cried out his name. He made one last, deep thrust that lifted her from the ground. He frame shook as he erupted inside of her, hot, long jets hitting her womb. He groaned and shuddered as his cock pulsed inside of her tight walls, her orgasm milking and squeezing out every last drop.