Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... me, his frame is relatively slim and he's almost a foot taller than me. His face is always animated and lively, to me, a reflection of his clever and intelligent mind, which is the most beautiful part of all. Maybe except for his kind and caring heart. Of the two - emotional awareness and intellectual prowess - I could never decide which was more important to me. And he'sboth, I didn't have to decide upon one.

He lifts the duvet again, and holds me tightly against him, the soft swelling soreness of my chest flattening against the hard straightness of his. And we must have laid like that for at least fifteen minutes, or maybe forever. Spending a normal morning with him and coming back to the pussy whipping, to the knowledge of how deep his sadism goes - something shifted between us, drew us even closer. The day before, I felt madly infatuated and wanted this to continue. Today, I feel certain that it will. I hear the shift in his breath. The warmth stirs between my aching legs and center, and I weep fluids to protect my soreness and with desire for him. He kisses me, and it feels like I'm falling, deeper and deeper, the waves folding over me, but I'm already laying down, safe in his arms.

"I thought we dideverything on the first two days."

He laughs. "Oh, no. There are so many more ways I can torture you. I'm sure I haven't even thought of them all. Jess, though, this level of torture is harder than I've done in the past too. I haven't met anyone who could handle ...

... the level of pain I've given you this weekend. But right now, my sadism feels satisfied. The sadist version of being all fucked out."

I laugh. "Really? But you're so, I mean, you're like everything I could ever dream of. It hurts to breathe after that last session, it's so nice. Like, a constant reminder."

"And all of your worst nightmares too. Imagine me piercing your clit in a dark dungeon as a secret commitment ceremony."

He had thought more about piercing. And commitment. And...the problem was that I could imagine all of that. I could fantasize about the future, of course, and I knew I'd go home and totally get myself off to a pain slut fantasy that was even wilder than my original one. That dark dungeon would hold more pain than just a piercing. The two of us together...I shivered, snuggling tighter against him. And now, with the last lesson he taught me, that I could endure more than I thought I could, and that my imagination and anxiety is far worse than reality.

And so, if you recall, when I first started telling you the story of James and I, I mentioned that I was sitting quiet and alone when he approached me. And I've mentioned I'm shy and anxious before, too. I'm small, and I often make myself physically smaller. But here, I feel so seen and accepted by someone whose strange desires match my own. And he was showing me that there's nothing to be afraid of, I could handle whatever painful, awful, or wonderful thing came my way. Not just in pain play, but ...