Page 94 of Petite Fleur

“Deep breaths; you knew the rules and chose to break them; you earned this.” He says calmly as his hands rub along my ribs from under the loose t-shirt that I’m wearing.

I want to protest, but not only can I not speak or move, but he’s not wrong.

Despite him offering me the chance to run, I knew what his consequences were and still chose to test him.

He grips tightly onto my ribs as he thrusts into me, each thrust making me gasp and scream out around the tape. I feel so full that it hurts. This is much worse than the small toy Shelby used on me, but it’s also so much better.

When my body relaxes and I’m able to stop tensing, it actually feels good, sore, but good.

“You’re taking me so well, petite fleur. You should see this pretty little ass swallowing my cock. Next time you run, I say I pack a camera with me, and you can watch yourself getting punished while you recover.” He teases.

My face flushes a deep red, but I don’t react otherwise. I can’t, my body feels electric, and each thrust of his cock in me is slowly making me enjoy this more and more.

Each thrust into my butt, while I stare up at his mask, makes me realize just why I had this fantasy for all of these years.

Not being able to see the look on his face and only being able to see the red accents on his mask in this dark forest is terrifying but electrifying.

I scream out when I feel something harshly pinch my clit, something cold and metal.

“You know, you have the perfect anatomy for a cute little piercing.” He mentions.

My body tenses and I fight harder in the ropes, but it’s no use and all it’s doing is hurting my ankles and wrists more.

“Ah, it’ll be easier if you don’t struggle. You wouldn’t want me to miss and have to do it again, would you?” He asks with a smug little laugh.

I clench my teeth together so tightly that I’m almost convinced that I feel one crack, but it’s not nearly enough of a distraction from the feeling of a needle gliding through my clit.

I scream out so loudly that I hear the birds in the trees flee the area, and even the wildlife seems to quiet for a moment, but all I can focus on is the pain from my butt being full of cock and the needle through me.

Leon puts his hand back on my waist, squeezing me in his hands while I pant, and a few tears roll down my eyes. “Good job, ma fleur. You did so well; keep taking those deep breaths for me, okay? All we need now is the jewelry, and we can get back to our regularly scheduled program.” He jokes.

Jerk.

This isn’t the time to joke! My clit is on fire! But embarrassingly enough, I feel so close to an orgasm that I want to cry.

My body jerks when he flicks my clit, and the needle feels like it vibrates through me. “Mmm, I know, ma fleur, you’re close, you’re so close. I can feel you strangling my cock.” He points out.

Why? Why can he read my body so well? And why is the pain making me want to cum?

I feel my eyes water all over again, but this time, Leon leans down and wipes my tears away. “It’s okay, it’s almost over. Deep breaths.” He coaches, praising me when I obey him and take a few steadying breaths.

“Good job, that’s it, ma fleur, a few more for me.” He adds in while I feel him grab onto my sore clit again and force a piece of jewelry through me.

I gasp, pinching my eyes tightly shut, but he continues to talk to me while he hurts me. He continues to attempt to soothe me while tightly pinching this jewelry shut and the feeling of fire seems to be a permanent feeling for now.

When he leans down again, he licks the duct tape that’s covering my mouth and I’m forced to focus on the bright red lights on his mask again. “Look how good you did, now you have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Now you can never deny that you’re mine.” He states.

As he continues to thrust into my butt, I find myself unable to relax. My body is so tense from the pain of the needle and how close I am to an orgasm and I know my heart is racing so fast that I’m positive Leon can hear it.

I lay back and take the torment he gives me, starting to feel my hips cramping from how far apart my legs are spread, but I focuson the little red lights on his mask and force myself to relax enough that his cock doesn’t feel like he’s ripping me in two.

When I finally feel myself starting to enjoy it, he flicks my clit and tries to rub over it, but it’s so sensitive and sore that I scream out and a few more tears run down my cheeks and into the grass. “You’ll learn to like the pain, ma fleur.” He whispers against the tape over my mouth.

I don’t know if that’s true, but I also don’t know if it’s optional.

Being here with Leon has taught me that I’m simply going to endure what happens to me and hope that I can enjoy it.

I hope this isn’t how it will always go. I hope that if he chooses I am his forever, that I can learn to enjoy everything he does to me, or he can learn to lighten up on me.

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