Page 335 of S is for SEX

VEE. My back arched and my eyes watered as he pulled the belt which was cinched around my neck a little tighter. We’d been fucking for two hours and I was nothing short of an exhausted, shaking, emotional mess. Using items around the house for BDSM pleasure may not be the safest thing to do, but it sure proved to be effective. Additionally, we both believed the spur of the moment type of sex was far more enjoyable than planned adventures with store bought toys.

He pulled the belt tighter as he forced himself into my wet pussy. I bit my lip and groaned. As I arched my back to the point of pain to relieve some of the pressure on my neck, the dried wax on my chest and stomach cracked and fell onto the bed.

“What did I tell you, my sexy little brunette beast? What the fuck did I tell you?” he growled as his hand slapped my ass.

The slap forced me forward and added a little pressure to the belt around my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head as I opened my mouth and attempted to speak.

“Ten, sir. Ten,” I grunted as I continued to bite my lip.

I inhaled a shallow breath and tasted the light scent of the burning candle which filled the air of the room. I closed my eyes and waited for him to let me have it.

“That’s fucking right. Ten. And how many times have you cum? How fucking many?” he hollered as he slapped my ass.

My pussy felt as if it were on fire. The ache was both annoying and an assurance of what we had been doing for several hours now. For the most part, it was a welcome annoyance. With Ripp I stayed wet for hours, but pounding me with his pierced cock literally pummeled my pussy into a swollen mess. Over time, he had figured out how to keep me from cumming. Slapping my ass and changing positions didn’t allow me to relax. To cum, I needed to focus and/or relax, even if for only a few seconds. I felt the tension on the belt begin to relax.

This son-of-a-bitch.

“Time to change it up,” he bellowed.

His hands gripped my hips and quickly flipped me onto my back. As I looked up at him, I sighed. I closed my eyes and smiled.

Wrong thing to do.

“What? You fuckin’ bored?” he howled.

On his knees and in between my legs, he looked down at me and shook his head.

“Bite that lip,” he demanded as he reached for the candle.

As his left hand covered my eyes, he pressed my head firmly into the comforter. I felt the hot wax dripping onto my left nipple. The wax already covering them kept the burning sensation minimal. We had learned shading my eyes while dripping hot wax on me was far more pleasurable for us both. For me, not knowing when it was coming was extremely sensual.

“Hell, you probably can’t even feel it, can you?” he whispered.

I didn’t respond. Clenching my teeth and biting my lip, I waited. A few seconds passed.

“Bend your fucking knees and point that little honey pot of yours up in the air for me, I’m going to beat it up some more,” he demanded as he continued to press his hand over my eyes.

I bent my knees until my sneakers were against the cheeks of my ass grabbed my shins with my hands and pulled myself backward, pointing my pussy straight up. A few seconds passed.

“How’s my pussy?” he asked.

“Good,” I responded.

“How’s my pussy,” he grunted again.

“Holy fucking shit!” I screamed as the hot wax came in contact with my swollen clit.

I sighed as I felt the bed shift and heard him place the candle on the night stand. I felt his fingers on my clit, removing the small portion of wax he had dripped onto me.

“We don’t want that being shoved up in there, now do we?” he asked.

“No sir,” I responded.

His hand moved from covering my eyes as he pressed his hips against the back of my thighs. I watched as he took his right hand, grasped the base of his cock, and began flicking the pierced tip along my soaking wet pussy. From bottom to top, he flipped the tip along my swollen pussy, tapping the ring which pierced his cock against my clit.

“Watch me do this, damn you,” he demanded.

“I am,” I whispered as I watched the tip glide across my pussy lips.

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