(part 1)
Then there was the other thing. “If you make me want to fuck you, I might beat you less..”
Okay, that I could do. I had told him how much I liked being a tease in a prior email, and this time, he let me play out my fantasy. He turned off the bright light, so that there was only the blue-red glow of the “art” on the ceiling and turned on the TV to a music station that played strip-club suitable trashy electro pop. This was the private club, and he was my client. He pulled up the chair and sat down, waiting.
He allowed me perhaps a minute of an attempt at seduction before declaring that I’d be a better performer with a few decorations. So, wooden clothespins that bit into sensitive nipples, and pink duct tape that bound my hands behind my back. Little jangling silver bells on top of each clothespin, and a ball gag strapped around my head. More clothespins that stung. He sat back down. “Much better. Now try again.”
My efforts were mostly useless. But worthwhile, when he peeled away the objects of torture—with exquisite deliberation on each one. And rewarded me with his cock.
And, what a cock. It didn’t take much suggestion on his part for me to beg for it, and suck it with enthusiasm. Even as he forced me to strain for it, from my position, kneeling on the bed as he stood in front of me, fully clothed except for his hanging, gorgeous cock.
“Please fuck me.” (“Please fuck this dirty little slut cocksucker.”) So he did, for a bit anyway, (“Do you know that I’m not even halfway in?” Ah but maybe that’s why I wanted so much more, a proper fucking like a proper little slut deserved) before he pulled away and readied me for the beating he’d promised from the start.
Face pressed down against the bed, ass in the air, he gave me a spanking. (Lesson learned I am not as good with pain as I imagined I would be.) Then there was the sharp stings of the thin wood tool, whose name I can’t even remember, only the sharp lines it must have made on the back of my thighs. Thank god for small (or big favors, rather). The pain was pain, and not pleasure until the anticipation of it turned into a real proper fucking. Each second of his big, perfect cock thrusting inside of me made everything absolutely worthwhile. Especially when he tensed and spluttered deep inside of me.
If only this little slut didn’t still want more.
