Page 70 of Violent Cravings

"Look at you," he whispers hoarsely behind me. "Dripping all over my hand like a good girl."

His naughty words only add to my agitation, and when he begins to draw circles around my swollen nub, I'm so overwhelmed that I let out a hearty groan. Shame is always dancing in the corner of my mind when I'm with him, but it's beginning to only fuel my incitement.

Just as I lean into his skilled touch, he withdraws his hand, leaving me empty and exposed, throbbing with need for more. I lean back, my hips following his retreating hand.

But instead of a sensual massage, I'm met with sharp pain as he strikes the cane down on my ass for the first time. I shriek out in anguish, still processing the pain when he hits me again. It leaves a stinging ache in a different spot on my ass, a little lower than the first time. A third strike hits me even lower, causing me to writhe and round my back.

"No, doll," he says. "You stay pretty for me. Arch that back and show me that pretty ass."

He places his hand on the small of my back, applying gentle pressure to beckon me to hollow it, to stick my aching ass out.

"More," he demands. "And spread your legs."

I do as I'm told, and I'm rewarded with the return of his hand between my legs, sliding between my lips to toy with my sensitive nub. I groan, hollowing my back further and leaning into his touch. It's a lot easier to obey his commands like this, when his skilled fingers are playing with my core, evoking warm thrills of bliss.

Just like before, he takes it away from me in a split second, replacing pleasure with another round of sharp pain. I'm prepared this time, fighting to maintain my position, even as my skin screams out in agony. Another blow follows, and this one doesn't just hit my ass, but inflicts a sting on my pussy, as well. I flinch, but more out of surprise than pain. He adds a longer pause this time, watching my reaction as I process the pain after his last strike.

"You like that, doll?"

I don't know how to reply, so I just lower my head, trembling in confusion.

A desperate shriek escapes my lips a moment later when he lands another blow on my tortured ass. It‘s so low this time that I'm sure I don't imagine the pain on my labia.

A swooshing sound announces another stroke that’s quickly followed by another one, and another one. I'm breaking out into a sweat, trembling as I breathe through the pain, my hands clenching around the sheets on the bed, my cries turning into groans. The pain travels through me with fiery vigor, consuming every part of me, my mind, my body... and my heart. I pant in agony. My ass is glowing with heat, enduring more jabs, each one of them placed in a slightly different spot than the one before, and each inflicting its own burn.

Sweat is running down my spine and drenching the sheets, as I'm shaken by spasms. My sweat is mixed with tears.

And then everything changes. As if a switch is turned on inside of me, the pain... changes. The stings remain the same, but the effect they have on me turns into something completely different. They're no longer pure agony, but now another emotion comes into play.

Pleasure. Bliss. A warm tingling flickers through my core each time the cane lands on my ass, and especially the ones that leave a stinging taste on my pussy.

I find myself leaning into the strokes, hollowing my back and spreading my legs, providing better access so the cane can reach my center. He notices the shift and grants me my wish, landing a particularly intense strike on my pussy. And then he throws the cane to the side.

I explode on his fingers just a second later, my core still heated by that last intense blow. I‘m throbbing and clenching around him shamelessly as he fingers me, barely caressing my swollen clit.

"Good girl, very good girl," his soothing voice hovers over me as I tense around his fingers.

My vision is blurred and I can barely hear his voice, as wave after wave of euphoria robs me of my senses. I feel nothing but bliss resonating through my entire body, stirring inside my belly, my chest, all the way through my shivering limbs.

I would have collapsed onto the floor if he hadn’t caught me just in time. He wrapped his arm around my limp body, keeping his other hand at my center, applying gentle pressure as the last surges of the strongest orgasm I've ever experienced culminate in a grand finale.

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