Any attempts to introduce pain into sex just turn me off and come across as just annoying. I can't imagine I've screwed around with anyone who was decent at it though, so I'm still open to the idea.
Caught…hands clutching the chains that come down from the ceiling to wrap tightly around his wrists…Helpless, yet struggling and defiant. His lips utter threats and obscenities and his gaze locks fiercely with mine. It's perfect.
I say nothing…Just take in the delightful sight before me. His legs are strong, but there is something...elegant about his ankles, enclosed in the cold metal of the restraints. My insides crawl with excitement at the thought of what is to come… I am already getting...wet.
The first whiplash that lands on his back elicits no reaction, although I know it hurts. I smile and strike him again, harder. His sharp intake of breath tells me this one hurt more. The third slash impacts full force, and there it is…the small cry of pain I've been longing to hear. His white shirt stains red, blood sucked in rapidly by capillarity into the fabric…and I close my eyes to imagine the wound underneath.
My whip slashes his back four more times…mercilessly… The fabric of the shirt tears in three places, exposing small patches of red skin underneath. This is delicious, ecstatic…unwrapping him this way.
He's quieter now… lips pursed in defiance and resolve. I walk in front of him and slap him hard across his face. He glares back…Unrestrained, I punch him full force. He's baffled by the violence of my gesture and the force of the hit… I punch him again and blood oozes from his nose and lips… He coughs and his eyes widen in surprise and…something else. Fear, maybe? Uncertainty? I want to witness…savor the moment when it finally dawns on him how far I am willing to go.
I start unbuckling his belt and pull out his flaccid cock from its warm, safe place. Men don't feel as brave with their jewels in my grip. I stare into his bloodied face when I squeeze tightly. That expression of intense stubbornness remains firmly etched into his chiseled features, and his gaze holds mine defiantly.
I chuckle softly and let go. A small sigh of relief escapes him against his will and I smile widely at this small, unexpected victory. I grab my whip and start hitting him again, with wild abandon. His shirt tears under the lashes… When his cries of pain finally fill the chamber, resounding on the stone walls, my pleasure intensifies so much I dig my fingernails deep into the palms of my hands.
I don't hold back… I cannot. I feast myself upon his suffering. I don't stop until his shirt's just bloodied shreds of cloth around his waist, and his cries of pain are hoarse and hitched. He's exhausted and unsteady, slumping in his restraints, his cock visible through the unzipped pants…his back and chest raw and bloodied from the savage slashes. Breathless myself, I stop and marvel at the stunning eroticism of the sight. As if in a trance I move forward and gently caress his broken flesh… My hand reaches down to touch myself, his blood mixing with my moisture as I push one finger inside… I scrutinize his face with greed and notice he's not entirely present anymore…This is unacceptable.
There's almost no reaction when I take the bucket of cold water from the refrigerator and dump it on his body. Oh dear… Have I gone too far, so soon?
TBC :3
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