Page 38 of Blue Velvet

“Oh, my sweet little toy,” he whispers, his voice underlined with an ominous threat. “You’re being punished, and yet here you are, disobeying your master again.”

I groan with relish when he begins playing with my clit, sending sparks of pleasure along my spine. I know this won’t end the way I want it to, but I choose to enjoy the bliss while it lasts. He draws circles around my swollen nub, inserting one finger, then two. I know I’m only making things worse for myself when I start grinding against his hand, eager for more.

My heart skips a beat when I hear him unzipping his pants. Just a moment later, his hand is replaced with the familiar tip of his massive cock, parting my lips just the slightest bit as he teases me.

I groan, moving my hips back to invite him in, and to my surprise, he follows my call. A smile blossoms on my face, breaking the crusts of dried-up tears as he shoves himself inside of me in one brute thrust, his hands digging into the flesh around my hips as he begins fucking me like a stallion. His pelvis rams against my tortured skin with each onslaught of his steely girth, causing me to gasp in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

“Such a greedy little slut,” he hisses behind me, changing the rhythm of his patient thrusts to the unyielding pace of a hungry beast. He lifts me up, my skin parting from the sticky leather as he takes me with such ferocity that I’m almost shoved off the horse at the other end. I suppress my groans, because they drown out the sweet sound of his frantic breathing behind me. Upsurges in bliss are taking over my core, making it impossible to believe that this is still a punishment. I know I would’ve begged for him to fuck me, just like this, if he hadn’t done it on his own. I would’ve begged and promised to do anything, because that is what I do when I’m beaten into the place of warmth that I call my own, a place filled with nothing but desire for him to be buried inside me.

I gasp, already so close to a climax that I know I’m not allowed to have. As good as this feels, it’s still a punishment, and I know he won’t let me reach my peak so easily.

I’m proven right just a moment later when he leaves me empty, my wet center helplessly clenching around nothingness while he walks around the bondage horse to the other end, ignoring my moans of protest. He grabs a fistful of my hair at the back of my head and tilts my head back, so that I’m faced with his hardness right in front of my face, my own juices glistening on his tip.

“Open your mouth.”

I do it, reluctantly, and as soon as my lips part, he plunges between them. If you’d ask me in a sober moment, I’d probably say that I don’t like tasting myself on a man. There’s something so filthy about this, a kind of humiliation that has a vile place all its own.

He doesn’t let me suck on him, but instead fucks my mouth almost as violently as he fucked my pussy just a few moments ago. I cough, suppressing my gagging reflex as best as I can while he pistons his length into my throat until the tip scales the back of it. He leaves it there for a while, pushing and shoving and watching as I choke on his cock, my eyes filling with tears.

Release. I take in big gulps of air when he lets me, knowing this is only to prepare me for the next round. I’m delirious, instinctively opening my mouth and practically begging for his cock to be thrust inside every time he gives me a few moments to breathe.

His breathing is ratcheting out of control, almost as if he’s hyperventilating. I know he’s close. He will come very soon, and I’m still hoping for mercy, hoping for him to let me come as well, preferably while I’m wrapped around his cock.

But he’s too strict for that. I grimace in pain when he pulls my face back at the roots of my hair, tilting my head all the way back into my neck as he rubs his length in front of me.

“Look at me,” he hisses with frantic, panting breaths. “Look at me, toy!”

My eyes wander up to his. I blink desperately to clear my blurred vision, just in time to see his handsome face as he climaxes, shooting ribbon after ribbon of hot cum across my face while I cast him a smile of accomplishment.

21

Loran

There’shope illuminating her eyes. Hope that I won’t deny her a much needed orgasm, now that I’ve had my fun.

But it wouldn’t be punishment if I permitted her to come. I told her I would punish her, and while the spanking might have come across as punishment, never once did I think it would suffice. I knew she’d get off on it. She didn’t have to tell me that she’s into these things, her body speaks louder and more clearly than any words could.

“Lick it up,” I tell her calmly, pointing to the drops of cum pooling at the corner of her mouth. She does as she’s told, tossing me a naughty smile, and then closing her eyes when she swallows my jizz with contented flourish.

That little minx.

“You’re not coming today, toy,” I say. “No matter what kind of tricks you try to play on me.”

Her eyes flicker with understanding. “I’m not playing any tricks on you.”

I cast her a severe look, my eyebrows arching with warning. Next, I unfasten the rope so that I can help her get up, enjoying the view of her shaking like a young deer just learning to walk. She’s a natural beauty, and I love seeing her like this, bared, used, and dripping with my cum. I wish I had the time to fill her every hole with it today, but I have other commitments that will force me to leave the house soon.

She’s standing next to me, supporting herself up against the bondage horse. She peers at me through widened eyes, her expression almost appearing innocent, except fort he remains of dried cum dotting her cheeks.

“Turn around,” I demand. “Show me your ass.”

A shy smile scurries across her face as she readily obeys my demand. Her ass exhibits different shades of red, each hue appearing as wide stripes that mark both of her luscious cheeks. I was careful not to draw blood, but the marks are clearly visible, and they will be for a few more days.

“This will remind you not to defy me.”

She turns around then, delivering a smile that suggests she’s about to object.

“No,” she says, proving my suspicion. “It will only remind me of the good part.”

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