Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (19 page)

“Perhaps you’d rather I do this.” Without warning, James grasp her tightly around the waist to steady her, grabbed his cock as he pulled back to take aim, and then thrust forward, impaling himself in her scorching depths to the hilt.

Beth let out a cry that was a combination of shock, pleasure, and pain as he stretched her wide, her whipped pussy protesting his harsh assault. Her knees trembled and her head spun, her entire being quivering at the force of her body’s reaction and the powerful slam fucking motion he was using to take her. Without a word he drove in deep, sliding in easily once her body was stretched to accommodate his girth, loving the feel of her molten heat. Her pussy was silky, satiny liquid fire; that engulfed him, squeezing the hell out of his cock and making him want to explode.

She whimpered and moved her hips, needing to pick up his rhythm, needing to fuck him back, needing him to hit the spot deep inside that would bring her the utmost pleasure, but he growled deeply and began to slap her now darkly bruised bottom cheek in time with his thrusts.

“No moving, Beth. I’ve told you before. Bad girls stand still and get fucked. Bad girls get no
pleasure until it’s time. They service their Master and that is all, bitch.”

He angled his thrusts so he hit her sweet spot, once, twice, three times, then changed once more so she received nothing but the basic pleasure of being filled so full by her man. She thrashed her head back and forth in frustration, her hands itching to reach down and rub her pussy, to make herself cum. God she needed relief, and it would only take a tiny touch.

As if reading her mind, he moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed hard, forcing her to bend deeper, trapping her in position, immobilizing her. “I said stand and be fucked, girl. You will do as you’re told.”

In and out, hard, oh so hard, his body slammed into hers, balls slapping sometimes just grazing her clit in the most tantalizing of ways, hips pushing relentlessly, cock driving oh so deep, taking all of her, but giving nothing in return, driving her to madness as she whimpered and pleaded.

“Please....Please... Please. Have to cum. Have to cum, Sir. Please.”

“No.” And just like that, as quickly as he had started, he stopped, holding still, letting her feel the pulsing of his cock deep within her core. Beth
screamed in frustration, a string of curses dying on her lips. Every nerve was on edge, she could feel that he was close, not as close as her perhaps, but he was. How could he stop? His cock was alive inside her, it throbbed and jumped, demanded attention, but no. He wouldn’t give in.

“Let that be a lesson to you on control, my little whore. I have it, you need it. You may not be able to control your life all the time Beth. May not be able to stop what happens day in and day out. The bad stuff will still come, the stress won’t stop, your boss will still disapprove sometimes, your life will be one big out of control mess on occasion, but you can have control here, pet. I’m giving it to you, and you’d better take it. I maybe the Master, Beth, but you will control your body. No cumming.”

He pulled out of her then, left her empty and oh so needy, and went to the side of the chair, taking her by the chin and raising her face so he could look in her eyes. His were the darkest of blues, still flecked with amber, and hers were stormy grey clouds full of longing and confusion. Her mind had heard him, knew he was right, knew it what was she wanted, but... but her body
didn’t give a damn about all that. Her body needed release.

“I mean it, sweet. No cumming. Three with the cane, ten turns with the juicer, back and forth until I think you have gained enough self-control and felt enough pain to pay for your belligerence a while back. If you cum luv, well I just might have to take the cane to your pretty quim, and I don’t think even you can take that.”

Beth looked at him, wanting to protest, wanting to plead, her eyes huge, desperate, her lip coming out in a small pout despite herself. He moved his thumb from where it was gripping her chin and ran it over the offending lip, nail scratching ever so lightly.

“Tsk, tsk, Beth. You know better. Only naughty girls pout. Don’t worry, kitten. When were through I’m going to fuck you for so long and in so many different ways that you’ll be screamin’ and cummin’ and probably passin’ out as well. Gonna make sure you’re limp as a rag doll come mornin’, and more satisfied than you’ve ever been in your life. Good things come to good girls, Beth. Just behave and do as you’re told.”

He gathered up her hair in one hand and jerked her head back suddenly, the menacing
tone back in a flash. “But I mean it, pet. If you do anything that breaks the rules, you are going to be ever so sorry. You’ll suck me, satisfy me, I may even fuck you some more for my own pleasure, but all you’ll get is pain, pet. Harsh, bitter, cruel and blinding pain.” He released her hair and shoved her head back down so it almost touched the cushioned seat of the chair, then walked behind her once more to retrieve the cane and came back, swishing it through the air.

Beth shivered, her skin visibly crawling as she anticipated the first biting blow, then force herself to relax. Tensing up was no good, it would only serve to piss him off.

“Kick off those shoes. Heels flat on the floor. I want your skin stretched nice and tight.”

“Yes, Sir.” She did as he said and rid herself of her pumps then planted her feet firmly, knowing moving would be the kiss of death, as her knuckles turned white because of the force of her fingers gripping the chair arms.

“Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ask me, Beth.”

“Please punish me, Sir.”

“Gladly, Beth.” With that, the cane whooshed through the air, the force causing a high pitched
zinging noise to ring out in the room right before it struck her soft skin, leaving a trail of unbelievable fire. Beth stood, gasping, as the fire turned hotter, the full effects taking hold.

“That’s one.” Again the sound of a high pitched swishing noise and again the incredible pain on her backside, this time lower. He was going for the delicate skin where her ass and thighs met again.

Tears burned behind the lids of her tightly closed eyes and she fought not to bounce, not to move, not to let her hands fly back to protect herself. He preceded the last by giving her quick light taps on her bum all over, stimulating it, making past hurts flare up, making her exposed pussy ache in more ways than one.

“Spread wider, slut.” Beth did as she was told, her thigh muscles aching as he ran the cane up and down the back of her legs, the mostly smooth cool bamboo feeling good except for the spots where the knots caught on her inflamed tortured skin. He focused on her thighs and she knew exactly what that meant. The last blow in this series would land there. Her mind screamed no, even before he struck with a fury.

A shriek she couldn’t help, emitted from her as she tossed her head from side to side, fighting
to keep her body still. She suddenly felt him behind her again, close, oh so close, then felt his warm tongue lapping at the welts left by the hated cane.

“So beautiful, and marked only for me.” His words were whispered against her skin. Warm and soft, bathing the crimson fire. He lapped at her hurts, easing them, causing her body to tumble into confusion once more, before rising and going to the refrigerator for the juicer.

“It’s time for pleasure, baby. Remember, no cumming. Not even a little one.”

“Ohhhhhhh. James please.” She knew she couldn’t do it, but knew she had to. She was about to plead some more, knowing it would do no good, when before she could fathom why, he picked up the cane and delivered one more stinging blow right to the center of her ass, over her exposed pussy. She yelped, just barely stopping her hands from flying back.

“Foolish girls thinking only of their cunts, forget their manners, Beth. Who am I?”

“Sir. You’re Sir, Sir. I...”

“Silence. Don’t forget it again. You’re impertinence tires me, and your mouth is better used for things other than babbling. Now then, where was I? Oh yes, your favorite toy.”

He was right and she knew it. Just as before, she thought of how she’d never imagined such a thing existed, and thought of how wicked it was. I mean really. Who in their right mind could design such a thing, but thank goodness for ingenuity.

She felt his fingers pull her bottom cheeks wide and had to keep from shuddering from both anticipation and pain. God she was sore, he had truly worked her over, but at the same time, every bit of her felt alive. Alive and on edge, and oh so ready to cum. It was bliss.

Cold slippery fingers began to work her tightest hole, sliding across, around, teasing, then pressing in, stretching and pushing, twisting and going deeper and deeper until she was fighting tooth and nail not to ride his hand. Just when she thought she was going to have one of the biggest anal orgasms of her life, he stopped finger fucking her and pulled out, leaving her empty and longing, but that longing was soon fulfilled.

The grooved, cold, glass head of the juicer pressed against her bum hole and then slid in easy as can be, full hilt. It was no struggle, the glass, smooth as silk, offering no resistance, and the sensation of coolness inside her made her sigh out loud, making James laugh.

“That’s my good slut. Such a whore, Beth. Ten turns, pet. No cumming.” He began by cranking it one half turn counter clockwise to make sure she was well greased and ready, then did five fast the other way, making Beth shake her head wildly, her legs feeling like Jello, her breathing shallow, little pants as she fought for control, her inner core ready to explode.

He paused, stopping to take time to squeeze her blistered ass, snarling as he dug his fingers into the welts, then began to turn the juicer again, slowly, ever so slowly, once, then back the other way, then reversing again, and again, until he began the final turn in an agonizingly slow motion.

She was mad with need even though there wasn’t an ounce of pressure on her clit. This orgasm had nothing what so ever to do with her pussy. It was all centered so very deep inside, nothing felt like this toy, nothing. Her mind was screaming and her body was weak, her head swimming, spinning.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease”

“No, no, no, no, no...and no”

Damn him! He was mocking her and she was barely hanging on. Oh he could be a right
bastard, but she knew she had to maintain control.

He pulled out the juicer and lay it carefully to the side, picking up the cane once more and delivered the three strokes fast and furiously before she could even wrap her mind around the fact that she’d gone from exquisite pleasure to intense pain once more, but really, what was the difference? Then again, just like that, the juicer was shoved back in and whirled around five times fast, making her legs bend as her knees buckled just a bit.

“Now, now, Beth. Can’t have that.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and began again, turning one ever so slowly, then spinning once very fast as her body screamed and she bit down into her bottom lip to fight for control. A rush of juices flowed down her thighs as her pussy gushed, signaling her body’s intense need. James scented it and saw the blood from her mouth. He pulled her head up by her hair and suckled her lip, moving his hand to her breast as he did so to toy with her still aching nipples.

“God I love you, pet. All mine.” The words were growled fiercely, with no sign of tenderness, It was a statement of possession
more than feeling. “Just a bit more for me, baby. I know you can do it.”

He finished the turns in her bottom as she quivered and cried out, then pulled the juicer from her again, making her curse out loud. He forgave her for her indiscretion, giving her only a sharp slap to remind her of her tongue; then picked up the cane and delivered a blow that sent shock waves through her body. The second came as fast as the first and was followed by the third, harsh, punishing, agonizing in its intensity.

Tingling, burning, zinging, humming, bursting, ready to explode from any touch be it pain or pleasure, Beth felt James slide the juicer back into her bottom once more and knew that this time, permission or not, she would come. It was too much. Rational thought had fled long ago and her body was in charge. There was no turning back. Her mind and her sub’s heart cried out that she must wait, but her body, oh her body would not, could not obey.

James put a restraining hand on her back, the pressure saying the words for him. She was to do as he commanded, to wait, but her body screamed that she couldn’t. He gave one turn, then went back the other way and she cried out again, tears of frustration, longing, and pain
running down her cheeks. She needed the release an orgasm would bring both physically and emotionally.

“Wait, good girl. Wait and all will be forgiven. Wait and it will be okay again.”

It was what she wanted, what she needed. Forgiveness for what she did day in and day out, even if it did come from a man who was sometimes the epitome of evil. She wanted to wait, for him, because of him. He was her everything. Waiting would bring ecstasy and the cleansing tears. Waiting would bring the purging of her soul because it would be what he wanted, and he controlled her now.

Again he spun the juicer, cool grooved glass slipping and sliding in her incredibly tight hot bottom. The contrast so incredible, the feeling beyond intense.

“Wait.”

Again he spun it, slow then fast. She whimpered, fought, died, lived.