Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... Like an ombre pattern. Is that what it's called? Does my little anal slut like the way I striped her little aching ass?"

He knows the answer. He just wants the indignity of forcing me to answer, to make me see anew how carefully he plots the ways in which he tortures me. "Yes, I think that's what it's called, Sir. And yes, Sir, I do like them."

"You know, a lot of doms, well, a lot of people, would train their bottom to take a cock in their ass easily. That means less work for each ass fucking. But you know, my slutty kitten, I love how tight your little hole is and how hard it squeezes my cock. It gives me so much pleasure, even though it's more work for me each time." He coos the threat over me, that each and every time he fucked my ass, he would make sure it hurt.

Even in the throes of sex, he is still the ever-cruel sadist of my darkest nightmares. Then there's a sharp bite on my pussy, and I shriek as I feel my pussy clench. It's one of those abrupt, mind-emptying pain orgasms. An orgasm from pain isn't like an orgasm from sex. It hits so much more suddenly, there's no build up and hardly any come down. I have even less control over it, and it doesn't necessarily feel good. It just feelsa lot, a climax of pain, a really dark, deep, extreme feeling that makes my body react and my mind go completely empty. I can't even think at all during them. I'm completely helpless, and if I could think, I'd realize how vulnerable and intimate they are...Then, my body adapts ...

... to the clamps, the pain becomes a dull ache radiating through me, another ache on top of all the ways I already hurt. And he clamps the other side, but this time, he thrusts two fingers deep inside of me, feeling me tremble helplessly around him.

"Hmm, so much fun, right, my eager little whore? I wanted you open, so I could when you were getting wet -" We both know that's only part of the truth "-but I can also see how you've soaked the paper I laid down. Three layers of it, too. My kitten's little kitty cat is so slutty." Of course, his degrading words just make me drip more.

He sanitizes his hands, then rubs my back down with the cool cleansing liquid. Presses a design down...just like a tattoo artist would. Then, I hear the soft sound of latex gloves going over his hands. "I'm making one of those mandala circles, then two smaller ones radiating out of it," he tells me. "When I saw you had tattoos, I imagined you under the tattooer's needle gun, and being marked permanently. I want to do something like that to you. I don't know what it is about you, Jess, but I have this very strong desire to mark you and to possess you. And to, hmmm, conquer you, but not a sexual conquest, more, to make you somehow fully mine. As if you could never be 'enough mine'."

"It's been three months, Sir..." I whisper breathily. His words scare me. What would he take and ask of me, to make me 'enough his'? Had I given him so much already?

He ignores my gentle words. Instead, I feel a ...