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“Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetie. I’m going to pushyouto the edge, over and over, and we’re going to see how you like it. We’re going to do it again and again, and I’m not going to stop until I make youcry. And once you cry? I’m going to keep fucking going.” I shake my head hard, and his eyes widen as he gives me a terrifying smile, nodding slightly.
“Oh,yeah. You need to understand how this relationshipcango. I want to be sweet to you, Alex, I do, but I don’thaveto be. You need to be punished for how you’ve been acting, and I’m so goddamn fucking frustrated with your behavior lately that this is going to bereallyfun for me.” I glare at him, trying tocommunicate how much I hate him. He leans forward and kisses my forehead softly. “It’s not going to be fun foryou, though.”
He kneels between my legs and dips his head down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, biting softly just as his fingers lightly graze over my clit, barely touching me, and the sensations combined are fucking torture. I moan softly, trying to beg through the gag. He takes his time, undoing his jeans with his other hand and stroking himself as he barely touches me. I get fed up with him and jerk my hips forward, rubbing my clit hard into his hand. He yanks his hand away and fists it in my hair, pulling my head back, his voice stern.
“Absolutely the fucknot.” He stands up and pulls my face towards his cock, jerking himself off quickly. “Look at me.” I look up at him, furious and frustrated, and his gaze softens for just a second before he smirks and comes on my face. I close my eyes as his cum hits the bridge of my nose and my eyelashes, swearing at him through the gag as he laughs and smears his cum across my face with the head of his cock.
“You looksobeautiful like this,” he says, sounding less angry and more affectionate. He yanks me up and turns me around, bending me over the edge of the bed and shoving my face down into the mattress. He delivers a sharp slap to my ass, stinging hard enough that I flinch but not hard enough that it feels like he’s trying to hurt me. He waits a second, resting his warm hand on the skin he just hit, then pulls back and slaps it again in the same spot, and I whimper.
I don’t like being hit, but this kind of feels good.
He spanks me again, and again, and again, palming my ass in between sharp slaps. My ass is aching and my cunt is throbbing and I’m in agony as he drags his fingers between my legs and starts rubbing my clit slowly, taking his time working me up until I’m on the edge of pleasure. I can feel my body tense up, heat pooling in my spine, and I moan and push my hips backtowards his hand. He pulls his hand away instantly and slaps my other cheek hard enough to make me yelp, palming my ass and waiting a second before slapping me again. By the second or third spanking, I start thrashing and screaming at him, which elicits a soft laugh out of him.
“I know, sweetie, I know,” he says right before he spanks me again.
My body is full of weeks of pent-up energy, and my skin is tingling all over by the time his hand goes back to my cunt. He strokes my slit with long, soft touches, entirely avoiding my clit, and I think I’m going to die. I make pleading sounds through the gag, whining and whimpering, anything that I can do to beg, and he grips my hair and pulls my head back, kissing my temple softly.
“What’s that?” I whine. “You said you love this, and you want more?” His voice is amused and condescending, and I hate this passive-aggressive prick with every fiber of my being. I shake my head hard and scream at him, and he laughs as he slaps my ass again, making me whimper. “I think you need more, too. I think you need to learn your fucking lesson.”
He picks me up and repositions me face down in the middle of the bed, moving away from me and coming back a moment later to grab my ankles and spread my legs. Rope wraps around one of my ankles as he ties it to the bed, and I try to pull my other leg out of his grip, but he slaps my ass where it’s sore and I go limp.
Theo pushes the very tip of his finger inside of me, and I whine in desperation. He withdraws it, slaps my ass hard, and then pushes his finger just barely inside me again. Every sensation is too much to handle but not enough to get a release, and the tension in my body keeps ratcheting up to the point that I feel like I’m going to snap.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire, my nerves pained and excited all at once, and it’s so overwhelming that I can’t help the tears that start streaming down my face. Theo makes a satisfied sound behind me and pushes one long finger inside me, fucking me slowly.
“Therewe go. That’s it, sweetie, cry for mejustlike that.” He slips in a second finger and curls them down, pressing hard against my g-spot. My leg starts to shake, and I’m moaning, begging for it, but he takes it all away just as I need it most. I scream at the top of my lungs through the gag, bending my knees and dragging myself backward, pushing my hips in the air. He laughs at me, gripping my hips and kissing my cunt slowly until I’m writhing. I whine when he stops, and a moment later, he moans just as his hot cum spills across my cunt. I cry harder as he presses his thumb against my clit, gently circling it in an irregular rhythm that does nothing but frustrate me more. I scream and cry and writhe, and he keeps making soft, low, amused sounds.
Ihatehim, I hate that I want him, I hate that he’s doing this, and I hate that there’s a small part of me that likes that he’s doing this. Mostly, I hate myself for being stupid enough to push him this far but not stupid enough to push him farther.
He slaps my ass again where it’s sore, and I go limp, dropping my hips on the bed and sobbing uncontrollably. Only once I’m able to catch my breath does Theo grab my face, turning my head gently and wiping away the cum and tears. I open my eyes to find Theo’s smug, satisfied face in front of me.
“Are you having a good time, sweetie?” I shake my head slowly, sniffling. “No, I didn’t think so. Are you going to be nicer to me from now on?” I nod reluctantly and he grins. “Yeah, you are. Are you going to fucking participate in this relationship now?” I nod again, hating myself for it. His smile becomes softer, and he kisses my forehead. “That’s my good girl,” he says, hisvoice tender. “Remember,thisis what’s going to happen if you act like a brat.” I whine pathetically and he wipes a tear from my cheek, licking it off his thumb.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?” I nod frantically, and he starts stroking my body slowly. I hum at how good it feels to be touched. “Me, too. You’ve been so good for me, and I want to keep you tied up just like this and make you come until you cry for me again. Do you want that?” I nod desperately, making needy little whimpers, and he grins at me. “Do you want me to fuck you, Alex?” I moan in agreement, begging him with my eyes. “You want to come on my cock and have me fill you up like the little cumslut you are?” I’m moaning and nodding frantically now, begging, but his eyes narrow at me as he laughs harshly.
“Well, youlost that privilege today because you’re a fucking liar. Now,neitherof us are going to get what we want.” My eyes go wide, and he smirks at me. “You need to learn this lesson the hard way, apparently, so we’re going to keep going.” I start swearing at him through the gag, and his smile is so fucking smug I want to punch him. “You’re doingsogood, by the way. You should see how perfect you are like this. It’ssohard for me not to fuck you, so I’m going to go get a drink and let us both calm down a little. When I come back, if you’reverygood for me, we’ll only go for alittlebit longer.” I shake my head frantically and try to talk through the gag, trying to beg him to stop, trying to tell him I’ll do anything, and his expression becomes more and more amused.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, Iwillpush you until you break. I don’t know how long that’s going to take, but we’re going to find out.” My eyes get wide, and I start screaming at him again.
His answering grin is evil.
I fuckinghatehim.
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When Theo finally stops, I’m sweaty and wrung out and limp on the bed, drooling around the gag, his cum drying on my skin. My shoulders are aching, my jaw is screaming, my cunt is throbbing, and I’m fucking miserable. My body is exhausted from almost coming over and over, and my mind is entirely unrelated to my body, everything taking on a hazy and confusing quality. I’m not even angry anymore – I’m just needy. I’d tell Theo I loved him right now if I thought he would let me come, and I’m so fucking sensitive that I think I’d come if he touched me anywhere.
He starts to unbuckle the gag, and I almost sob in relief because my jaw hurts so badly from biting down on it for so long. He wipes some of the drool off my chin and kisses my lips softly, and my nerves are so overstimulated that the slight touch feels electric.
“I think you owe me an apology,” he teases. Panic cuts through the haze, clearing my mind a little bit, and I shake my head slowly, hoping that he’ll take pity on me. My jaw is so sore I can barely open it, and my voice is soft and slurring through my teeth.
“I can’t.”
He smirks down at me. “Sounds like you can talk to me.” I look up at him, pleading with him silently.
“I can’t do the other part,” I whisper, tears burning behind my eyes. Theo’s brows knit together, and he cocks his head to the side, looking confused.
“What other part?” His tone is no longer teasing. I shake my head and start to cry, and he strokes my hair softly. “Alex, what are you talking about?” he asks, his voice slightly panicked.
