Sofia
Liam quickly unbuckled me from the cuffs, but my freedom was incredibly
short-lived. He gripped me roughly by the hair and I cried out from the
pain, his fist far more merciless than before. Then he bent me over the back
of the chair and slapped each side of my ass hard, reigniting the soreness
from my thrashing from not long before. Finally, he cuffed my ankles and
wrists to the heavy wooden legs of the chair, leaving me bent over and
helpless with my legs spread. I knew then that he could see everything,
even the most shameful part of me.
I tried to pull free, but it was no use. Completely naked before him, I was
captive to whatever he was going to do to me next.
Then I watched almost in horror as he walked back to the bed and retrieved
his belt.
“Now, I’m going to teach you a lesson about sass that you’ll likely never
forget, little girl,” he said, his tone stern and far too confident.
I tried to stand back up, but the chair was heavy, and I couldn’t get the right
leverage to lift it. He traced his fingers along the lower curve of my back
and then my entire focus was on him. His touch was gentle and soft, and I
found myself lulled into a state of relaxation. I stopped fighting my bonds
and I even arched into his hand, pressing up against his fingers as I did so.
I heard the belt cut through the air before I felt it. It swished and then it
whipped against my bottom, far harder than it had earlier. I cried out,
almost in shock as a vicious line of fire blazed on my naked cheeks.
“Sassy little girls get their bottoms whipped with the belt,” he scolded, and I
whimpered as another ruthless bite from the belt rose on my naked ass.
Bound as I was, there was no escaping it. My pelvis pressed up against the
back of the chair, leaving me very little room to squirm or wriggle away
from his punishment. I was going to have to take everything he was going
to give me, whether I wanted it or notI shivered with desire and then the belt whipped me again, this time
catching the lower curve of my bottom where my thighs began. I jolted
forward, but the chair was sturdy and heavy enough to not move even an
inch.
Again and again he thrashed me, mercilessly teaching me that I was no
longer in control. My ass burned with agony and I could think of nothing
else except the cruel leather biting into my sore, vulnerable flesh. My pelvis
rocked forward as I tried to make myself less of a target, but it didn’t
matter. The belt found its mark each and every time.
I whined. I cried and I screamed as one vicious lash after another punished
me for my sassy mouth. It didn’t take long for me to begin to regret my
baiting words, but it didn’t really matter. Liam wanted to punish me and so
he would.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I finally sobbed, feeling my tears, my own wetness, and his
cum still dripping down my cheeks. I looked down at the seat cushion and
there was a wet spot beneath me where our mixed juices had dropped down
off my chin onto the soft creamy white cloth.
I felt myself blush but then the belt whipped me again.
“Please, I’m sorry, sir,” I cried, trying hard to hold myself together at least a
little bit. My eyes watered and tears trickled down my face and still, the
thrashing continued.
Finally, something within me clicked and I stopped fighting him altogether.
I found that the pain lessened a little and that my body instinctually rose to
meet each subsequent lash, just as an intoxicating bundle of desire began to
emerge from deep within me.
I felt as though I was flying on air or floating on the gentle waves of the
ocean. I didn’t feel like I was me anymore. I was free.
I moaned softly and then the sound of the belt hitting the floor jostled me a
little. I turned my head and the feeling of his fingers on my punished,
welted backside made me shiver with need. My back arched just the
slightest bit and the soothing feeling of his touch traced up and down my
ass.“Such pretty marks on such a disobedient little bottom,” he murmured, and
I found myself speechless with want. His nails scraped along the welts and I
sucked in a breath as tiny tremors of agony and pleasure raced through my
body. I bit my lower lip and pushed up against him, craving the feeling of
his fingernails against my punished flesh.
It hurt.
“Do you have something to say to me now?” he murmured, and I shivered
like a leaf.
“I’m sorry for being sassy, sir,” I replied, my voice shaking from the
intensity of what he’d put me through. I sincerely regretted what I said to
him, but at the same time, I was even more aroused than ever. My nipples
were extremely hard and entirely too sensitive. My clit was throbbing with
need and my pussy was clenching tightly around empty air, desperate to be
filled with every single long inch of his cock.
Fuck. I wanted to come again.
I heard him jostling with his pants again, but I couldn’t turn my head
enough to see. Then I felt a warm, wet heat press against my own and I
sighed with relief. He pushed his cock into my pussy once and then again,
slowly and surely coating himself with my wetness. I keened, enjoying the
feeling of his slow fucking. This felt good. So good.
Then he pulled out of me and I whined quietly with disappointment. I
hadn’t been ready for that to end. Not by a longshot.
His fingers gripped the punished flesh of my backside and then he spread
me open, baring my tight little bottom hole to his view and I squealed with
surprise. I hadn’t expected that. No one had ever done that to me before.
“Don’t!” I cried out, but he continued to look at me anyway. I wanted to
squirm, I wanted to hide. I was so embarrassed and so ashamed of the fact
that he was looking down at my naughtiest hole and I tried to tighten my ass
cheeks and block his view, but it was useless.
“Such a naughty little hole. I’m going to teach you exactly what your sass
has cost you,” he warned, and I trembled at the promise in his tone.“Please,” I begged. “Let me suck you off again.”
“No. Naughty little girls get their tight little asses fucked,” he responded
and then his fingers pressed into my entrance. He thoroughly coated his
thick digits with my wetness and then drew them back until he paused right
on top of my bottom hole. I squirmed with what little room I had, but his
fingers eventually pushed against my tight rim of muscle and I used
everything in me to fight against him.
My body wasn’t used to taking anything back there and a quiet sense of
panic billowed up from the pit of my belly. I fought as much as I could, but
his fingers were relentless. He slowly slid one finger inside me, and I
moaned at the foreign feeling of it. It didn’t hurt at first but then he added a
second finger and I cried out as my little bottom hole began to burn.
His knuckles stretched me wide and I moaned as the terrible burning agony
washed over me for several long seconds before receding as my body began
to accept his relentless intrusion. He pushed his two fingers the entire way
into my bottom and then he started to fuck my ass with them.
It hurt a little for a while but then something changed. It began to feel good.
I found my body reacting violently with arousal and my clit throbbed
greedily with it. I moaned with need, wishing that I could rub my clit with
my own fingers but then he pulled his digits free from my naughtiest hole.
I shook as the hot head of his cock pressed against it instead. I cried out
with shock, but something within me made me want it.
It was filthy and wrong, but there was something about getting fucked in
the ass that made me want to try it. To experience it with him first.
He pressed against my asshole and I wormed back and forth, struggling as
he stretched my virgin hole for the very first time. I tightened around him
nervously and cried out as a flash of pain burst through me before I relaxed
once again and the terrible sting faded away. Instead, I pressed back against
him and my reluctant little hole began to take him inside me. The head of
his cock was thick and girthy and despite all of my efforts to ease his
passage, it still hurt.I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered at the burning ache, knowing that
he was going to fuck my ass whether I wanted it or not. I’d been a naughty
little girl and he was punishing me for it.
My body thrummed with heat. His fingers brushed against my skin and then
took a hold of my hips, using my pelvis as leverage as he pushed himself
deeper inside of me.
My virgin hole struggled to take his massive size and I cried out as he
slowly slid inside me.
“That’s it, naughty girl. You’re going to take every inch of my cock in this
little ass,” he murmured, and I shivered with arousal.
I lifted my hips just the slightest bit and he slid in a little deeper into me. I
bit my lip and I felt my nipples tighten and my clit pulse.
What was wrong with me? I was so turned on by being bound and punished
by this man. And now that he was claiming my ass for the very first time, I
wanted him to. I wanted him to fuck me and for some strange reason, I
wanted it to hurt.
I liked it when it hurt.
I could feel just how wet I was and just how much wetter it had made me
when he had spread my bottom cheeks. How even more liquid heat had
gathered between my thighs when he had fucked me with his fingers, and
now, even more was dripping down my folds as he was using my tight little
ass with his cock. All because he’d needed to teach me a lesson that I hadn’t
known I’d needed in the first place.
I was so aroused. I just wanted to come, and I wanted to come hard. Most of
all, I wanted to come with his cock buried in my bottom hole.
He jerked his hips forward then, forcing the last few inches of his shaft
down deep into my reluctant channel and I moaned as my body quivered
around him. Then he slowly drew himself out of me and I whimpered, the
sound almost sad that I wasn’t full of his cock.
Then he slammed back into me.He roughly used my bottom hole, mastering my body with every last hard
and brutal stroke but I found myself craving it. Even worse, I found myself
needing it.
My entire body quivered as my ass tightened around his thick shaft. I
moaned. I whimpered and I processed the pain and pleasure until it left me
breathless and panting from the intensity of it.
My body trembled with unreleased passion, climbing higher and higher as
he took me in a way that I was never meant to be taken. I cried out with
shame and arousal and then my legs shook as it all began to take its toll.
Overwhelming desire raced through my veins, setting my body on fire with
it. My skin buzzed with electricity and I felt as though I was so charged
with energy that I would break apart into a billion little pieces from the
intensity of what was to come.
He jerked his hips forward again and again as he used me as roughly as he
wanted and then I felt every last defense within me start to crumble. Every
last wall began to fall away, and I was left bare and vulnerable before him.
He’d taken control and I’d given it to him. Every last bit of it.
He fucked me harder and I felt myself hurtle toward the edge of orgasm,
closer and closer still until there was no turning back. I was going to fall
into an endless chasm of pleasure, whether I wanted to or not.
Then I fell right off the edge.
I came hard. So hard that I saw glittery little stars and then I came harder. I
squeezed my eyes shut and screamed, a guttural scream of pleasure that
came from the very center of my soul and then I screamed again.
He fucked me harder then and I begged him for it. I begged him for every
last inch of his cock deep in my ass and then he gave me more of it. His
hips slammed into mine, every thrust reigniting the welts he’d painted
across my bottom with his belt.
Then I came again.I’d lost count of how many times I’d come. It didn’t really matter because
he’d mastered my body more thoroughly than any other man ever had. Even
more so than I ever had all on my own. I was left reeling from the intensity
of the pleasure he’d forced upon me and I found myself desperate for more
of it.
Blinding white light flickered at the edges of my vision and when I finally
came again, I was left a whimpering, sopping wet mess of orgasm. I could
feel the evidence of my release dripping down my thighs.
My pussy clenched around the air, my inner walls fluttering as I quaked
from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He didn’t slow down. In fact, he probably just fucked me harder. Every
muscle in my body felt sore and achy, including my tight little bottom hole.
But it didn’t matter. He was going to use my body until he decided he was
done and that only sought to make me even hotter.
“Such a tight little hole,” he said, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust
of his cock into my backside.
He fucked my ass for quite a while longer and I whimpered as the painful
soreness began to consume me.
“You’re going to take every last inch, naughty girl, until I decide you’ve
had enough,” he declared, his voice dark and I moaned as a shiver raced
down my spine. My body tightened around his length and he groaned with
pleasure.
God, I needed to come. Again.
He groaned and he increased the pace of his thrusts again and again until I
didn’t know if I could take any more. My body was so sore, and my ass was
feeling every last bit of the hard and rough fucking he had demanded of me.
He thrust forward again and groaned, louder this time and I felt the searing
spurt of his cum deep in my ass. His hips rocked back and forth, while he
claimed my body in the most brutal and primal way I could ever have
imagined.Still buried deep in my bottom hole, he rocked his hips back and forth and I
cried out with pleasure as his heat marked me as his.
I shuddered with my own orgasm then, quaking around his length as one
spurt of his seed after another gushed into my most reluctant channel.
Finally, when I thought I could take no more, he slowly pulled out of me
and then I felt his cum begin to drip from my very sore and well-used tight
little hole.
I moaned with shame and then I heard him walk away. I hung my head,
trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. My blood pounded in
my ears and my legs trembled from everything I had just experienced. I felt
overwhelmed, but intensely satisfied in a way I had never even dreamed
was possible. I’d had so many orgasms that I didn’t know if I would ever
even want to come again.
My legs quivered, residual aftershocks of orgasms that hadn’t quite faded
yet. I moaned and lolled my head to the side. His hand drifted across my
bottom, tracing along a welt his belt had left and then I heard his boots
clomp against the floor as he walked away from me. I was too tired to care,
but I absentmindedly wondered if he was going to leave me here all night.
Maybe my ordeal was over now. Maybe now he’d let me go free that he’d
gotten what he’d wanted from me. Or maybe, he was never going to let me
go at all.
Did I even want him to?
I didn’t know.
A few minutes passed and then I heard the sounds of his boots returning. He
didn’t say anything, nor did he move to release me from my bonds. I lay
limply over the back of the chair, feeling the gentle throbbing of my body’s
extreme satiated state.
“We’re not done, little girl,” he said, and I lifted my head.
What? He couldn’t be serious. Right?
But he was. I should have known that by now.I swallowed heavily.
Fear.
I hadn’t been scared of him before, but at this moment as he stood there,
staring at my naked body on display, I found myself growing afraid. With
trepidation, I whimpered and opened my lips, whispering with my disbelief.
“Please. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded.
“No. I don’t think you have, little girl,” he answered.
My mouth went dry.
I heard something click open and within a moment, his hands were on my
body, spreading some sort of soft lubricant around my bottom hole. He
began to push his fingers inside my sore, well-used little hole and I moaned
quietly as my body reluctantly began to simmer with arousal once more.
It felt good at first. Maybe some sort of warming lubricant.
Then it got hotter. So much hotter. It began to burn in the most chilling kind
of way imaginable. I’d never felt anything like it, and I quivered with fear.
I cried out at the unexpected sensation, trying to squirm and avoid the
terrible feeling deep inside my bottom and then something cool and hard
pressed up against my tight little hole.
“What is that?” I begged, my voice high with anxiety.
“It’s a plug for your disobedient little bottom. I’ve taken the liberty to
lubricate the hard metal with toothpaste to ensure that before this night is
over, you’ll have learned that you’re no longer in charge,” he answered.
He pushed the plug against my tight hole, and I fought the feeling of the
cool, slickened metal at first. But my little hole was already well stretched
and had been used hard and rough by his cock and I didn’t have much fight
left in me. The tapered end slid into me and its hard, unforgiving surface
stretched my bottom hole even as my muscles tightened against it. I cried
out as the plug took my asshole and clamped my lips shut when the widest,
rounded point forced itself into me. Finally, the plug popped inside me and Ifelt myself releasing an audible sigh of relief. I felt so full and then
something changed.
“Toothpaste?” I asked, squirming as my little bottom hole began to burn
with fire.
“Yes. Toothpaste, naughty girl,” he replied.
He must have spread more onto his fingers because soon they were rubbing
the paste onto my sore little pussy and then all over my clit. He must have
used quite a bit of it because he took an extra-long time to rub it into my
skin before he took his hand away. My pussy felt sensitive and I wondered
if he would make me come again.
I wondered if I could even take it.
I whimpered.
Lastly, he walked around the chair and knelt before me, reaching forward
and lifting my chin before he made me meet his eyes. In his hands were two
clothespins and my eyes began to water once I realized what his intentions
were.
Without a word, he reached for my nipple, opening one of the clothespins
and closing it around my sensitive bud. I cried out as the teeth closed
around my breast, crying out as pain lanced through my chest.
Then he put the second clothespin on the other and I bit my lip, trying to
hold back the subsequent cry of pain.
“I want you to remember this lesson the next time you’re feeling sassy with
me, little girl. I want you to remember that sass has its price, after all,” he
said softly but the warning in his tone left me feeling shaky and unsure.
He stood up then and walked away. I tried to turn my head, tried to see
where he’d gone, but he quickly moved out of my field of view.
“Wait! Where are you going?” I asked desperately.
“I’m going to leave you here to think about how you’re going to answer me
the next time I ask you what you saw, Sofia. Think hard about what you’regoing to say because I have infinitely more ways to make you suffer, little
girl,” he answered, and a primal sound of anxious, aroused fear escaped my
lips.
The elevator dinged and then I heard his footsteps scrape against the floor.
The elevator doors closed, and I held my breath as everything went silent.
I wanted to cry.
I was alone. I was naked, bound to a heavy wooden chair, with a plug deep
inside my bottom hole and toothpaste smeared all over my pussy. I
whimpered, squirming back and forth as the chilling burn gradually
intensified with each passing moment. I hadn’t expected him to punish me
like this. In fact, I hadn’t even known toothpaste could do something like
this in the first place.
My sensitive pussy burned as though it was on fire, hot and sensitive and
far sorer than I could have even though possible. My clit throbbed with
arousal, pain and pleasure intermingling into a confusing mixture that left
me reeling from its overwhelming force.
I lifted my head and saw a digital clock on the nightstand by the bed.
It read 3:32 a.m.
The last time I’d looked at the clock it had been 10:15 p.m. I’d just gotten
out of bed and my room had grown dark since the sun had set. So much had
happened in the hours following my bath. So much had changed.
I squirmed a little bit, crying out softly as the burn grew more powerful. I
bit my lip, feeling weak and vulnerable and more punished than I had ever
been in my life. I was helpless against anything this man had done to me
and despite everything within me that had tried to fight back against his
dominant nature, I reacted to it all. Every last second of it.
I’d gotten wet when he’d spanked me and even wetter when he’d used his
belt. He’d fingered me to orgasm with a burning, freshly disciplined
backside while I was over his lap
He’d threatened to punish me with his cock, and I’d been turned on.He’d fucked me and I’d very nearly begged him to.
Then, after all that was over, he’d fucked my ass and I’d come with his cock
deep in my tight little virgin hole.
I’d been helpless against my own arousal no matter how hard I’d fought
against it.
And now because I still refused to answer his questions, I was suffering for
it.
The burning sensation on my clit was worse. It was intensifying at a brutal
pace and it left me feeling vulnerable and very close to tears. The plug was
a little smaller than his cock had been and left me feeling full, but my
sensitive little bottom hole burned from the toothpaste. I’d never felt
anything like it.
My pussy tingled with need, highly sensitive and stinging with sensation. I
wanted to touch myself, wanted to wipe away the cruel punishing
toothpaste and curl up in a ball until I could figure out a way out of here. I
stared at the clock and strained to try to hear anything that might indicate
that he was going to return but there was nothing.
He’d left me alone to suffer.
And suffer I did. For hours.
I whined. I cried. I begged for him to come back and relieve me from the
terrible ache between my legs, but he didn’t come. I didn’t know where he
had gone, and I didn’t know when he was going to come back and that
made it worse.
The toothpaste seeped into my skin, igniting one nerve after the next as
more time passed. My nipples were incredibly sore, pinched between the
clothespins and I whimpered, trying to ensure the long handles didn’t touch
the back of the chair and make the hurt infinitely worse.
I’d made that mistake once and the resulting twinge of agony had stolen my
breath away. My nipples were sore. My pussy ached. My punished bottomhole burned from the continual stretch of the plug and the toothpaste
working its way into my disobedient flesh.
“Please,” I begged but no one answered. No one came.
I was alone.
I started to sob.
I regretted everything. I should have just answered his questions and he
wouldn’t have had to punish me like this.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to no one in particular. I hung my head and
sobbed, pleading for him to remove the toothpaste, for him to give me
another chance. I cried for a good long while and when I felt like I could
cry no more, I looked up at the clock on the nightstand.
5:45 a.m.
More than two hours since he’d left me here to suffer on my own.
“Such a pretty little thing when I make you beg,” his voice echoed, and I
stilled.
He hadn’t left me. He’d been here the whole time.
I sobbed with relief.
“Please. Please make it stop,” I begged. “Please take the toothpaste off, sir.”
I’d never sounded so desperate in my life. It was pitiful.
I heard a chair jostle behind me, and his boots padded against the carpet. I
bit my lip and waited. I couldn’t see him. He made sure to stay behind me
completely so that I couldn’t see the look on his face or what he was doing.
It made me all the more afraid.
A soft buzzing sound met my ears and I stilled.
I knew what that was. It was a vibrator. I had one of my own.My mouth went dry as cotton and an extreme sense of helplessness passed
over me.
“Please. I can’t take any more. I’m so sore,” I begged but he didn’t listen.
Instead, he pressed the little vibrating egg against my clit, and I swore I saw
stars. I came faster than I had ever come in my life and I sobbed. I
screamed. I lost control and everything hurt. I flung my head from side to
side and forgot about being careful to avoid catching the clothespins on the
back of the chair.
Nothing mattered except the cruel vibrating egg between my legs.
My eyes rolled back in my head and pain racked through my body, only to
be followed by a terrible surge of pleasure that held me captive and
consumed me completely.
I cried harder.
“Please, no more,” I begged.
He didn’t stop.
I screamed as every nerve in my body ignited with brutal ecstasy. Liam was
merciless as he forced one orgasm after another from my body until I went
limp against the chair, no longer caring that my nipples hurt.
Everything hurt.
Nothing else mattered but me and him. That I had been disobedient. That
he’d had to punish me for it.
Finally, he took the vibrating egg away from my sore little clit and I sobbed
with relief, not caring that my face was a filthy mess of tears, my own
wetness, and his drying seed.
“Are you still feeling sassy now, Sofia?” he asked.
I shook my head in desperation. He waited and I opened my mouth to
answer him, frantic to make my voice work for him.“No, sir,” I answered, and my lower lip quivered. Tears flowed freely down
my face and I sagged against the chair, at least a little grateful for its sturdy
support right now.
He was silent for a while and I sniffed, trying to rein back my cries. Then he
moved in front of me, kneeling down. He took my chin then and forced me
to look at him once again.
“I’m going to give you another chance, little one. Did you see my face
when you tore my mask off?” he asked. His voice was calm, gentle even but
ultimately expectant. His eyes were dark, and he still wore his mask. There
was something in his eyes that urged me to tell him the truth this time.
I wanted to tell him I’d seen his face. I wanted to tell him that I recognized
him and that he’d changed my life forever tonight. I wanted to tell him that
I needed to please him more than I’d ever wanted to please anyone before.
But I didn’t. I didn’t say any of that.
I lied.
“I didn’t see enough to recognize your face,” I replied, biting my lip and
breaking his gaze. I stared at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes even when
he lifted my chin and tried to get me to look at him.
He sighed.
“I think you’re lying to me, little one. Everything about you is screaming
that you are. The movements of your eyes, the way you refuse to look at
me, the way you’re biting your lip right now and just how tense you became
as soon as you spoke,” he explained, and my belly fluttered nervously with
fear. He rose back up to his feet and walked behind me.
I couldn’t see him anymore.
The merciless buzzing clicked back on and I cried out, desperately trying to
escape the cuffs when he pressed it against my clit once more.
“No. No, please,” I pleaded.
I couldn’t take another orgasm. But it wasn’t up to me. It was his decision.With his other hand, he gripped the base of the plug and started fucking me
with it.
It was too much. I broke apart in seconds, sobbing as he forced me to come
again. Completely shattered, I cried as my orgasm brutally ripped me to
pieces in front of him, demolishing every last one of my walls with a
resounding scream. The sounds coming from my throat sounded primal in
nature like I was a captured wild animal trying to fight to survive. I came so
hard from a place somewhere so very deep inside my soul that I knew my
life would never be the same after that.
He forced every last second of my orgasm and when it finally began to
fade, he took the egg away. He’d ravaged me, mastering the very deepest
part of me and I cried harder than I ever had. Every part of my body was
shaking with sensation and it took everything in me just to draw in one deep
breath after another. He walked around in front of me again and lifted my
chin.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, my words hitching as I sobbed.
He’d broken me and now I was his. I’d tell him whatever he wanted to
know.
“Naughty little liars get punished, don’t they, Sofia?” he asked, and I shook
as I opened my mouth to answer.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, my voice hoarse and hardly above a whisper.
What he said was right. I’d never been punished like this. Hadn’t thought it
was even possible. I should have known better. I should have been afraid of
him from the start.
“I’m going to ask you one last time, little girl. If you know what’s good for
you, you’ll answer truthfully this time,” he said softly, his tone dripping
with warning.
There was no doubt in my mind that he would continue to wrench one
orgasm after another from my body until I was willing to answer his
questions. He didn’t speak for several minutes, allowing me to gather
myself and for my tears to dry. Finally, when I’d found some semblance ofcontrol, he ran his thumb gently across my chin and asked me if I’d seen his
face once more.
I broke down then and I told him the truth.
“I did see your face and I know who you are. You’re Liam Bradigan and
you’ve taken me captive,” I cried, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks.
He sighed and I nervously bit my lip.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked pensively, and I stilled.
“Please. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this if you just let me go,”
I pleaded, and he shook his head.
“No. I can’t release you now, Sofia,” he answered, and I shivered, deciding
I’d give it one last try. Maybe if I sounded more pitiful or more apologetic,
he’d change his mind.
“Please,” I pleaded. I put everything in me that I had to give in to that one
word, but he simply got up and walked over to the nightstand, opening the
drawer and taking a small pink item out. He knelt back in front of me and
held up what appeared to be a pink jelly butterfly.
“You lied to me,” he said, and my blood ran cold.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I answered, squirming in my cuffs.
“Naughty little liars are dealt with very harshly in my hands,” he
threatened, and I struggled harder.
“Please. Don’t,” I pleaded but my words fell on deaf ears.
“I want you to know that you’re no longer in charge, little girl. You don’t
get to decide when and how I will punish you. You don’t get to decide
anything anymore. I do and I’m going to make sure that you are completely
aware of that,” he replied, and a strangled cry escaped my throat.
He walked around me and pressed the little pink butterfly directly against
my clit and then he wound the attached straps around my thighs andfastened it into place. When it was secure, he returned to his place in front
of me and I watched him warily.
He removed his phone from his pocket and tapped it a few times before
placing it down in front of my face.
He’d set a timer for fifteen minutes.
I froze.
He reached beneath me and removed one clothespin from my right breast,
and I sobbed as a terrible burst of pain blossomed across my chest. When he
reached for the other, I tearfully cried out a plea for him to grant me mercy,
but it fell on deaf ears. When he removed the final clothespin, I writhed
with agony as my sore nipples throbbed painfully to life.
Everything hurt so much.
I realized that he held a remote in his right hand then. He reached down and
turned the timer on his phone on and then the vibrating butterfly roared to
life.
I cried out with alarm.
He dragged another chair in front of me and sat down. I met his eyes,
pleading for mercy but in their dark depths, I found none.
My thighs tightened as I fought the pleasure rising inside me once again. I
begged for him to turn it off. I begged for him to give me one last chance,
but I had pushed him too far and now I was going to pay for it.
He started to stroke his cock through the fabric of his pants.
He was enjoying this.
My orgasm slammed into me fast with a force that left me breathless. I
stared down at the timer and desperately realized that only thirty seconds
had passed and I still had well over fourteen minutes left.
My sore little clit and my bottom hole burned from the toothpaste. Every
muscle in my body strained from overstimulation and there was nothing Icould do to stop the vibrations between my legs.
I sobbed. And then I came again.
Tears flowed down my face as one orgasm after another was wrenched from
my taxed body. I screamed and cried as he punished me, miserably
watching as the seconds slowly ticked by. The clock moved more slowly
than I could have imagined, and it made it seem all the more terrible.
“Please,” I begged, my voice thick with emotion.
Ten more minutes to go. Only five minutes had passed.
I came again.
I twisted and turned, trying to avoid the cruel vibrations between my legs
but nothing stopped it. The butterfly was positioned securely against my clit
and bound as I was, there was no escaping it.
“Are you going to lie to me again?” he asked, his tone expectant.
“No, sir,” I sobbed, barely able to string the two words together.
“Good. Come for me again,” he demanded.
I did. I came so many times that I lost track.
I was never going to forget a punishment like this for the rest of my life.
He’d taken me and rendered me into a sobbing mess of sensation, and I was
desperate for it to stop. I needed it to stop but I knew it wouldn’t. He’d
decided to punish me, and I was going to take every last second of it.
He was in control of me completely.
I sobbed as another orgasm stole my breath.
“Are you afraid of me now, Sofia?” he asked.
I answered him with the most honesty I’d ever shown in my life.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered as the vibrations intensified.“Good. You should be,” he replied, and another orgasm tore through me.
Each minute ticked by and every time I checked the timer, I moaned with
helplessness at the time that was still left. This was hell. This punishment
was more pleasure than I could ever handle on my own. But he was there
with me and I tried to hold onto that.
Everything hurt. My nipples ached and my bottom hole still burned from
the toothpaste lubricating the plug he forced inside me. But most of all, my
sensitive little clit felt like burning agony as one orgasm after another was
forced from my aching body.
The timer still ticked down and I lost all rational thought.
Hurt.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Helplessness.
Nothing else mattered but the vibrating toy between my legs and the time
left on the clock. I screamed. I cried and I sobbed as my punishment
ravaged me. It destroyed me, shattering me like tiny little shards of glass
that could never be put back together again.
When the timer finally ran down to zero, he clicked off the vibrator, but I
was so far gone that my clit continued to pulse with aftershocks long after.
He stood up from his chair and unbuttoned his pants. I looked up through
hooded lashes, watching as he walked out of my field of view.
He maneuvered behind me and I expected him to unbuckle the straps of the
pink butterfly, but he didn’t. Instead, the horrendous vibrations started back
up again.
Then he slid his cock inside my pussy.
I cried out in shock, but then he began to fuck me with such ferocious
intensity that it stole my breath away. He fucked me hard and fast anddespite the exhaustion in my body, another reluctant orgasm started to
surface.
I cried. I begged and pleaded for mercy.
It didn’t matter. He fucked me harder.
I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as his hips slammed into mine. He
groaned quietly and that’s when I felt his seed spurt deep up inside me.
It was all too much. I couldn’t take it and then I came again one final time.
My world split in two as my pleasure devastated me utterly and completely.
I fractured entirely then, and I sobbed, but no more tears fell. I’d cried them
all. I’d cried them all for him.
I continued to weep as he slid free from me. I cried out when his touch just
brushed against mine, my body a mass of overwhelming sensation and I
barely registered my freedom as he unbound me. The vibrations stopped
and then he unfastened the straps around my thighs, finally removing the
little pink butterfly from my pussy. Then his arms wound around me and
lifted me up from the floor and I curled against him.
He sat down on the bed and I clung to him desperately as I sobbed, holding
on to him as though he was the only lifeline that anchored me to Earth. His
palm rubbed up and down my back, comforting and soothing me as I
struggled to gain control of my breathing and the rest of my body.
“Shh. It’s alright, sweet girl,” he murmured, and I fisted my hands into his
shirt.
I pressed my cheek against his chest, not caring that I was probably
smearing our mixed juices all over his shirt. Instead, I cried, and I listened
to the beat of his heart and gradually pulled myself back together.
I’m not sure how long we sat there together, but gradually, my heartbeat
returned to normal and the burning temperature of my body began to very
slowly cool down. Eventually, I stopped crying, the tears slowly drying on
my cheeks. The place between my legs continued to tingle from the
toothpaste and I wondered how long the torment would continue.I didn’t know what to expect from him and that scared me. I also realized
that I liked that part of him.
“Are you alright?” he asked, dragging his fingers through my hair gently
and petting my scalp. I leaned into his touch and nodded.
I’d been punished very thoroughly, but I had survived.
Being here in his arms at that moment though made it all worth it.
I felt empty and satisfied in a way that I never had before and although I
was still reeling from the experience, somewhere deep inside me, a part of
me had enjoyed every second. I’d liked having him take complete control of
me and I knew that once I had recovered, I hoped that he would do it again.
I felt so alive.
I’d never felt anything like this before and now that I had, I wanted more of
it. But most of all, I wanted more of him.
I wanted Liam Bradigan for myself.
