A Test of Pain - Sex Stories

A Test of Pain

... and I pushed her until the pain began turning to pleasure. My efforts ceased, giving her time to catch her breath and adjust to a new pain tolerance. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back against my chest. She squirmed and moaned, but relaxed her wounded back against me. The bulge in my pants pressed against her ass, and I whispered into her ear. “Do you feel me?” She nodded. “You'd love that hard cock in your pussy right now, wouldn't you?” A deep moan left her as she writhed in my arms. “Oh yes, you would. You're a slut, after all.” I nibbled on her ear gently, calling forth a number of other sounds. “ My slut.” Her body trembled against me, and I rubbed the soft tip of my crop against her pussy and clit. More sounds of pleasure serenaded my ears, and I smiled. “If you're lucky,” I said before lightly tapping her clit, “you just might get your wish.” She jumped with every tap, writhing and moaning. “After all, you must remember – this is all for you.” Stepping back again I returned to my flogging. The redness in her back darkened as I controlled the pressure of my strikes to push her further, building the pain up to higher levels. I watched for her signal ...

... closely, but she took everything I gave her. Screaming and moaning blended together into its own song as she rode the sensations, the pain and pleasure mixing until a long primal groan told me which had won. I leaned into her once more, wrapping an arm around her waist. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but I knew she wanted them. The tip of my crop rubbed down her abdomen and she shivered, attempting to part her legs wider. After a slow, teasing journey, the soft tip rubbed against her lower lips. “Your back,” I said while squeezing her tight against me, “is marked.” She moaned. “Slut.” I rubbed the shaft of my crop between her swollen lips. Her body trembled against mine and she nodded. “Mmhmm.” “ My slut.” I pressed the shaft harder against her, grinding it against her swollen clit. She squealed and rocked her hips. When I was certain that I had her on the edge, I moved the crop away and thrust the smooth handle of my flogger into her wet folds. She screamed as I leaned forward, whispering into her ear. “Come for me,” I commanded. And she did. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Inspired by a beautiful Muse, ThatNerdyGirl. Thank you, my love.