Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... nary a bit of me that was visible to the public that wouldn't be marked by him someway after this weekend was over. And - how twisted, that we're both thinking of how pretty dozens and dozens of painful needles under my skin would be. I don't know how many needles he has, but it's a lot.

"I was going to fuck your drenched little pussy after this, but maybe now I'll give your ass a very hard, painful railing instead. Either way, I'll take you from behind like a dirty, dirty whore like you needs to be taken." It wasn't a question.

"Please don't do that." But you know, I really want the pain and indignity of a rough pounding. It's a pleasure, that depth with him, that goes deeper than just that which comes with good sex with anyone else. I don't think I could ever bear anyone else, ever. Not after knowing this bliss exists. All of it, the pain and intensity, that indefinable magic between us, everything before him pales in comparison. And it's not even over.

"Now get off the bed. I'm going to lay this paper down on it, cuff you in, and get to work." I sit, cross legged, hands turned up on my knees, as if I'm meditating or praying, by his feet. It makes me feel calm, like the very good girl he wants me to be.

Then, he's done, and he makes me lie on my stomach on his bed. He has a pretty yellow-gold plug to match the pins, with golden crystals inside the glass, and some special lube. I'm not sure I want to know what "special" means, but I don't seemingly have much ...

... choice. Then, leather cuffs on my thighs, which are strapped to the sides of his bed, around my ankles, and my wrists. I sigh. This is so nice, it's so comforting to be held down and helpless. It makes me feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, almost sleepy, a little giddy. His hand is on my ass, hmmm, so nice.

"AACK!" I scream, a short yelp as he lights on my sphincter on fire. Okay, not literal fire, but a burning sensation in one of one of the sensitive parts of my body. To say it hurts is an understatement. "Oh my god, that burns so much, Sir," I nearly sob. "Hmm, I concocted it just for you, kitten. Since you're such a masochist that you collect chili oils. You know how they use capsaicin in warming lube? I upped the dose of capsaicin for you. I'm glad you like it."

"No, no, it hurts, it burns..."

"Oh, well, that's too bad, isn't it? Since I'm putting more on a plug to fill your small little asshole."

Oh, no. He's the demon sadist, whose love demands my blood, bruises, and pain. "Please..."

He pushes the cold, wet plug against me. I lower my face into the pillow, and screech. Itburns. "No, no -" I nearly sob as he passes the widest, fiery part through the tight ring of muscle. And it feels so good and burns so much, I can feel how wet it makes me in the way I must be soaking the paper I'm lying on...

He brushes a hand across my ass, tracing that bloody mark in the center. I gasp. "I like this one the most. And then I went lighter, radiating outward from it. ...