Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... against the coarse wool of my dress remind me that we're not the same. But now, we're integrating this normalcy and sweetness after all of that intense sex and pain play. It feels like we're really dating, because the weekend wasn't merely a vacation and this is our life now. Together.

At the end of it, we stand in front of the flower shop, the one where he bought me gardenias before asking me to officially date him. He drops our bags to the sidewalk, wraps his arms around me, and kisses me thoroughly. It feels like it's, well, just so much, the warm pressure of his beautiful mouth, the way his long body feels against my smaller sore one, the smell of him and the scent of his arousal flood me. He's holding me, and we're both happy and giddy and I'm swaying in his arms before I remember that we're on a very crowded sidewalk and pull away, feeling shy again. He tucks a strand of hair behind my right ear. "It's so cute when you do that thing where you shake your hair out of your face and eyes." Oh. I didn't even realize I did that.

"It's really cute when you push your curls away with your hand, too. They're so beautiful." I gaze up at his dark brown curls that are streaked with grey.

"Let's get you home," he growls.

Back at his home, he tells me he has one last surprise. Oh no.

He takes me into another room. On the wall is a giant black steel star, very goth-industrial. It's an interesting choice of decor, somehow it works. "Take off your dress, unless you'd ...

... prefer I take it off the hard way." He flicks his pocket knife at me. So dramatic. I unzip the dress, let it fall to my feet, and step out of it. "I like the way you look in that color," he says about my lingerie, which is a deep rust red, the color of blood " -but you should take that off, too. Leave your stockings on." I drop my bra and panties on top of the dress. He takes four cuffs - wrists, arms, thighs, and ankles, and takes me to the star. My arms are strapped into a reverse prayer, then to the top point of the star. Oh. It's a bondage thing, like a more stylized version of an x-cross. I like it, it's prettier, and I like stars...then he has me open my legs - uncomfortably wide - and straps my thighs and ankles to the star. I'm positioned high, a few feet off the ground. It makes me feel so slutty, that I'm spread wide open and high for him.

"You look very pretty in that position on my star. But I want to teach you something about yourself, my faithless little kitten. You get scared that something is too much, but when that something actually happens, you can bear it. I think, my little pain slut, you can handle pain and torture much more easily than you believe you can, and it's only your imagination that scares you. So today, we're going to have a lesson on torture, and you'll see that when I torture your little pussy, you won't break. I know we've done some light pain play with clamps -" Light? Severe metal clover clamps werelight? "- but now I'd like to introduce ...