Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... like drawing it and counting the number of needles and buying them...it's so beautiful and creative. Thank you, Sir."

Indeed. It was a way to work off the steam when I'd leave us both frustrated, so that she'd be more open to this. I hunted for cuffs made of good leather that are small enough to restrain her wrists and ankles without her slipping out, two heavy plugs, duvetyne for the windows, sketched out the mandalas and plotted how many needles I'd need... I'm still watching her face now, seeing her go from shock to acceptance and lastly, that little snap behind her eyes, and her mouth goes slack with arousal. She sits on the ground, knees apart, and looks at her glistening pussy, the marks on her thighs visible, looking over her shoulder again...and I'm looking at everything I've done I've done to her back and ass...and I feel myself twitch to full hardness again at the pretty picture of everything she's let me do her and how it turns her on. And I want to do her again, here, on the floor. She's accepted it all, and she's still mine to use. So I grab her by the waist, and push her head down to the floor.

"What are you doing? Stop, that hurts!"

"What do you think I'm doing? C'mon now, showing off your little pussy like that. You're begging for it, aren't you, little slut? And I'm going to give you what you crave." I spank the center of my naughty kitten's ass, and feel her flinch. Again, harder, and she falls to her knees.

"No, no, please stop -" I hear the ...

... hiccup of tears starting in her voice as she realizes what I'm about to do. "Can't you at least take me back to the bed? Please stop, that hurts!" I'm grabbing her hips, hard, positioning her on all fours so I can take her from behind as I promised. Yeah, I bet it hurts, the way I'm pushing her bruised ass. But I'm hard and horny, and I want to fuck that tight, wet little pussy now.

"No, a little slut who shows off her holes deserves to be used properly. And baby, go ahead, fight back, you know I like it rough too." I'm purring in her ear. I pull down my pants and boxers, enough to pull my cock out, and pull on the condom I had in my pocket. My arm is still around her waist, pressing her ass against my hard length, so she can feel what she's about to get. I feel her terror and indignation in the way she wriggles and writhes against me, trying to crawl away. But there's no chance, she's so small, barely above five feet and maybe a hundred pounds max. It's far too easy for me to overpower her. Maybe you've noticed that I always position myself behind her to make it impossible for her to fight me off with her hands? I get her on her hands and knees, and loom over her little body. She tries to pull away, and to kick me with her feet, but I wrap my legs around hers to box her in. I growl above her, annoyed at her pathetic little attempts to fight me off. It's hardly any struggle at all. I push my cock against her wet slit.

She goes slack, knowing she's lost the physical fight. ...