Page 64 of Violent Delights

He lets the paddle fly down on my ass again and again, each whack gaining in strength. I bite my lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of crying out in anguish, until I can no longer withhold them. He delivers each blow, never hitting the same spot twice, thus distributing the pain equally over my tortured ass without ever hitting the jewel plug.

“Do you think that was enough?” he asks eventually, interrupting the violent onslaught to my skin.

Tears of agony are running down my cheeks, but I shake my head. “No, Master. I don’t think it was.”

I can take more, I know it, and I want to prove it to him and to myself.

“Good girl,” he says. “Let me make sure you’ll remember who you belong to.”

The next impact robs me of my breath, even forbidding me to utter a shriek of pain. The pain is so intense that it blinds me for a split second, leaving me overwhelmed almost to unconsciousness by a feverish vertigo.

He investigates the spot he just hit for a moment, deciding that it was not enough, and this time he hits the exact same spot. The pain is mind-numbing, crippling my senses as it consumes my body.

“Beautiful,” I hear his voice from afar.

Sweat is running down the small of my back and at the side of my temples, and I‘m panting erratically as I process the crippling and burning after-pain.

But he’s not done with me.

“That was one,” he announces. “But my adorable pet still has room on her other ass cheek, doesn’t she?”

He moves the paddle along the sore skin on my unmarked side and repeats the same routine of maneuvers, leaving two heavy blows on the same spot until he’s happy with the result.

I’m weeping involuntarily, shaken by violent sobs, and he finally puts the paddle aside.

“You brought this on yourself, my pet,” he tells me, as he caresses the burning skin of my behind. “What do you say?”

“Thank you,” I breathe, choking up under my tears. “Thank you, Master.”

“Good girl,” he replies, moving behind me to fetch something else from a drawer that’s out of my line of vision. “But don’t thank me yet, we’re not done.”

For a moment, I fear that he might continue spanking me with another tool, but it seems he has other things on his mind. He places something at my entrance, pressing it against my clit before I hear a clicking sound and then erupt in a frenzied convulsion, as I’m hit with the strongest vibrations I’ve ever felt on my pussy.

“Too much for you?” he asks, over the sound of the vibrator.

I let out a range of unintelligible groans, but manage to nod my head yes.

“Well, too bad, because I’m not going to stop,” he says, applying even more pressure on my sensitive nub.

I emit a chorus of agonizing and pleasurable moans, trying to evade the vibrations to no avail, as I’m tightly secured in place. I can hear the ripping of tape when he affixes the vibrator in place with duct tape, making sure that it won’t move, before he comes around to my front, meeting my dazed gaze as he leans forward.

“Today, I want you to count something else,” he says. “Today, I want you to come as often as you please. And I want you to tell me every time it happens. Do you understand?”

It almost strikes me as funny that I can feel the first waves of an impending climax just as he poses his demand, and I find myself rolling my eyes back into my head when I give him the response he seeks.

“Yes, Master,” I utter, just before the first surge of rapture hits me, shaking my muscles uncontrollably as I ride on the waves of pleasure, prolonged by the continuing vibrations forced on my clit.

“One!” I exclaim, unsure if my release is still ongoing or already evolving into a second swell of euphoria.

“Good girl,” he praises me, petting my head before he straightens up and unbuckles his belt in front of my face. His impressive erection springs free when he pulls down his pants, and I instinctively open my mouth, so he can drive himself down my throat.

This is not a simple blow job, as I’m robbed of any control. He fucks my mouth with fierce and wild abandon, and all I can do is keep my teeth from hurting him. I choke on his rod, temporarily distracted from the vibrations still pulsating on my center.

“Next, I want you to come on my cock,” he announces, and withdraws his length from my mouth, a line of saliva stretching between us as he moves away and repositions himself behind me.

A pained groan escapes me when he stretches me with his girth, while cupping my tortured ass cheeks. With the jewel plug still in place, his cock feels even more massive inside of me. He adds a new level of agitation to my deliriously tormented center with his cock ramming in and out of me in rhythm with the vibrating toy. I’ve never felt this completely and utterly at somebody’s mercy before. I can’t move, I can’t object, all I can do is ride on the ebbing and flowing waves of pleasure as they hit me again and again, over and over, nonstop.

“Two!” I yelp as another orgasm pummels my body. I erupt in violent tremors as he continues to fuck me deeply and harshly, his pelvis jamming against my bruised ass with every abrasive thrust.

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