Sex and violence

I take him in my mouth, it's how it often starts. Lapping at the straining skin and choking on the tension. I'm on my knees in front of him. Looking up with doe eyes, drooling from my mouth. He's tall above me. He holds my head and thrusts himself into my mouth. I'm tripping happily. Riding on the control. He pulls back and tells me to get up. He tells me he's going to hit me a little. He makes me stand at the foot of the bed. Lifts up my dress and pulls down my pants. He rummages in the box and pulls out a hard wooden brush. He starts to hit me rhythmically. It's sharp and heavy and painful. I whimper and wiggle. The squeaks become yelps of agony. He twists it in his hand and starts to roughly brush the bruised and reddening flesh. I'm curling my toes in pain. He purrs at me. Pulls the lips of my cunt apart and jams himself into me. I rock silently against his cock as he pushes in and out. 

He growls at me "When I'm hurting you I just want to fuck you and now I'm fucking you I want to go back to hurting you". 

He pulls out and starts hitting me again. I'm crumbling. Starting to cry. He fucks me again for a while. Pulls out, changes implement. He starts to hit me with the carriage whip, then insides of my legs, my cunt, the back of my thighs. I'm in a lot of pain now. I'm struggling to stay still. Without warning he pushes me aggressively onto the bed. I scrambled onto my knees and he's fucking me and I can feel the heat and sting in my arse and thighs as he pushes his body against me. Im thinking, 'Oh god please don't hurt me anymore'. I twist my hand behind my back. Softly grip his. Some sort of sustenance, show me it's over. He twists the ring on my finger and rubs his thumb over it, thrusts deeply into my yielding flesh and growls at me again.

The sex is primal and invasive. I spread my arms out to my sides, it looks like a crucifixion. This is heaven. I ask if I can touch myself. He says I can and I stroke and it feels deep and good. We fuck, it seems endless, moving together, very entangled, our brains entrenched in each other and the pursuit of pleasure. I feel close to him, somehow, we're not talking physical here. I don't know. But it's good. The rhythms are smooth and I say to him "This feels so fucking nice". 

He's high above me, eyes closed, moving, lost, he's making low and absorbing noises, deeply pleasured sounds. He takes to repeatedly smacking my arse, heating it up with his palms. I moan push back against his, look at him again, his gaze is empty, there's nothing there. I focus on the climax. The coming. I rub hard, I ask in a breath if I may come, he says I may. I climax in a deep hard series on contractions. It's exalting, I'm flying now. He holds my hips tightly and thrusts. He growls at me, gasps, absorbs the pleasure from my body. He slides out of me and crumples down next to me on the bed, I'm flushed, pink, breathless and spent, dripping in paradise. I look at him, he clocks my gaze and fits it with a big smile.