"I'm going hurt you a little more and then we're going to fuck"
Anything. The sex is so close I can almost taste it. I'm desperate. Take anything you want. He pinches my nipples and tells me to fetch the crop and a stiff leather flogger. Three then two. He tells me to get on my back and spread my legs and rains three harsh hits down with the flogger onto my cunt. It's like being repeatedly burnt with the tips of lit cigarettes. A scalding itchy pain. He then tells me to get on my knees on the rug and put my head on the floor.
I crouch down. Arse up. Thwack with the crop. I scream and curl up. A nasty harsh hit between the cheeks of my buttocks. The tip wraps around and scorches my arse hole and the lips of my cunt. I start to cry and kneel back on my haunches and beg him not to hit me again. My hands ring together in a pleading crippled mess. I try to look at him. He just smiles at me. He talks me into putting my head back down on the carpet and hits me gently on the cheek of my bottom.
"There you go. That's two"
My head racks with confusion. That fucking bastard. That's not enough. He beckons me onto the bed with him. I lay limp and full of venom. Feeling betrayed and stupid.
He looks me up and down.
"Fine get back on your knees then"
I crawl back onto the rug and he hits me so hard. A massive welt begins to form on the back of my thigh. The skin is burnt and damaged. I snivel and take in ragged breaths. I try to curl up but there's no chance. I asked for it. Even though I barely said a word.
So quick back on the bed, his cock in my mouth. Half hard already. Hard.
"Get on your knees".
He begins to fuck me effortless and ragged. I touch and buck and push back. I burn. I bleed. He's smeared in our effluence. He grips me tightly. I come in an aching desperate crash. After asking on both instances of course. We separate and he's breathing hard and sweating and theres nothing there, he's lost. I catch my breath and nuzzle into his neck and kiss him and ask if I can suck him again and if he will use my sorry sore arse.
He pushes my head towards his groin and shoves his cock towards my lips. He's covered in my blood and come. He looks like a fucking horror show. I take him deep in my throat and he groans. I wet him and make him hard again and my face gets smeared in red. He tells me to lie on my slide and starts to nudge himself between the cheeks of my bottom. No please. Not slow. I want it to hurt. I bend and let him use me and talk to him.
"Please put me on my knees. Please fuck me hard. Please hurt me please".
"Fine".
I scrabble. Arse in the air. He pushes into me roughly and groans. He starts to thrust hard and it hurts and the skin splits and stings. It goes on endlessly. I beg to touch. I can feel the burn in my groin as he dazzles the nerves. He's working hard and out of his head. He talks to me like he's possessed. He's on one hell of a power trip.
"You're a dirty anal slut. So fucking desperate. You're mine. I own you. I own your tight sore arse. I love to fuck you. I love to use you. I own you. I could kill you. I could choke you. What are you?"
"Yours sir. Thank you sir. I'm a filthy whore. I'm a filthy fucking whore".
He groans at me. I'm fit to burst. I repeat the phrase in an incessant whisper.
"Fuck me. Come for me. You're mine. You're my slave. My toy. I own you. Come for me now".
I let go. My breath is ragged. I push back hard against him and climax. I cry out It's huge. Heavy. The third orgasm I've been allowed that evening. It's certainly no bronze medal. It's shattering. I hear him groan deeply behind me. I feel him pulsing inside me. I don't know if he's come. I don't think he knows. He's flying. He leans into me and holds me so tightly. I feel I could break apart and crumble into dust underneath him. Fade and fade like flotsam on the wind. Nothing could take away how good this feels right now. Nothing could take away the pain. The power, the intimacy and awfulness.
He releases me. Rolls onto his back. He's laughing. His eyes are wide and so blue. So full of something alien and adrenal. His hands and the bed are soaked in my blood. He stares at me. I look at him. He writhes and squirms like he's going through something exquisite. He touches the marks we've left on the bed and then touches my face with his bloody hands.
"Look. Look. This is so visceral. It's so hot. Fuck. My head. I need to come down. Look at this".
I just smile at him hazily. A brutalised and spent body adrift on the covers.
He pulls me into a hard kiss. Pushes himself against me. Holds me.
I stroke the back of his hair. Part my lips. Speaking to him softly. I say.
"Lets go have a cigarette. I think you need one".
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