Price of Betrayal 4: Tanya Learns Her Limits - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 4: Tanya Learns Her Limits

... bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her neck. "Yes, Master," she whispered. "Good girl," I said, and I got off the table and walked to her. I moved behind her and drew my finger along the bottom of her neck. "What happens next will fulfill two purposes. One, seeing you bleed will give me intense pleasure. Two, I need to find how far I can go before you safe word. It hasn't happened yet, and some of the things I've done have been pretty brutal, but I promise you, you will safe word this time. If you pass out, I will revive you and continue. Your body may not be able to handle what your mind knows you can, and I will find your pain threshold tonight. Nod if you understand." She did. "What is your safe word?" "Blossom, Master." "Rule number six. I am being honest with you about what is going to happen, but I need to be able to trust you to safe word when needed. Do you promise?" "Yes, Master, I promise." "Good girl," I repeated and grabbed her hair. I yanked her off the bench and dragged her to one corner of the room. "Stand here and don't move." I pulled the table closer and then bound her hands together and clipped them to the chain hanging from the ceiling. Then I spread her feet and clipped them to eye hooks in the floor. Last, I wrapped a thin chain around her waist and ran the straps coming from it to two poles on either side of her so that she couldn't twist too much. I stepped behind her and picked up the quirt. I stayed silent until she squirmed with ...

... impatience, and then I laid the quirt hard against her ass, and when she screamed, my cock responded. She was already so welted and bruised that the tips broke the skin, and a small drop of blood oozed out until it trickled down her leg. I sucked in a breath at the sight and forced my dick to behave. I had decided to give her ten strokes with each implement, rotating them as many times as necessary to get her to call it quits. I laid all ten strokes of the quirt on her ass, drawing blood with four of them, and the combination of the sight and her screams had me the hardest I'd been that night. Next I moved to the whip, and I methodically laid the tip on her nipples, her clit, her ribs, and her thighs, snapping it hard enough to draw blood each time. Her screams intensified, but she didn't safe word. I was breathing hard, and my dick was throbbing. I picked up the crop and snapped it all ten times on her bleeding clit. That only increased the blood flow, and I inhaled deeply, the coppery scent of blood fueling my sadistic passions. By the time I finished, she was gasping for breath and whimpering softly, her chin on her chest. I grabbed her hair and yanked it back. "Still with me?" "Yes, Master." "No safe word yet?" "No, Master." That turned me on even more, and I unfastened my pants, held her hips tightly, and buried myself in her cunt with one thrust. She cried out weakly, but then groaned, and there was no denying the pleasure in the sound. I pulled out after a few thrusts, and ...