Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... where you really don't want it. But most of all do not even fucking think about closing your legs to me. You must take this for me slut."

He knew Claire heard him. He didn't expect an answer. And then he began laying the whip into the crease of her ass cheeks down the inside of her legs. He saw Claire's calves grow taut as she raised up on her toes. Her breathing started coming in rapid pants and quick moans that sought to soak up the pain.Good slut. Suck it all in. The more you suck it in the bigger the explosion when I rip it out of you.

Ben was now utterly focused on the dance, feeling the whip as an extension of his hand and fingers. Locked onto her every quiver and spasm, delivering fall after fall precisely where he wanted to inflict the pain that he would eventually use to bring Claire to her first titanic orgasm of the session. Again and again, he brought her to the very edge of her ability to take what he sent her, easing up just before she lost control, began moving and trying to block his attack on her most delicate, tender flesh. And all the while he kept increasing the level of intensity, the amount of pain he was inflicting on the smooth soft expanse of her inner thighs. Then he started walking the whip up into her pussy.

Here he cut back hugely on the intensity, letting the tip lightly kiss her sodden lips, letting her anticipate this new assault and marshal herself against her natural instincts and permit him to whip this most sensitive place. Her ...

... moans became a constant keening. It was like she'd grabbed hold of a live wire and was drawing the amperage into her, charging herself on the erotic energy of his assault on her pussy. His rhythm was perfect and predictable, letting her keep taking the blows. Any variation now would send her out of control but as long as he kept it predictable, she could summon the will to keep letting him hurt her deeply, deliciously at the very limit of her capacity to absorb the abuse he so craved inflicting on her.

Claire knew he wanted this from her and in this, being beaten for Ben's pleasure, it was no different than anything else she had ever let a man do to her in order to sate his need. She existed to be this for men; had always craved being the receptacle of their need; felt whole only when she could be the object of their most primal arousal, the source of their deepest gratification. More than having the pleasure of her own release, Claire needed it to benecessary for theirs'. And so, she held off her climax knowing that Ben's own charge was building in concert with hers; that as long as she kept absorbing his sadistic release, kept his release from grounding out, then the arc of his pleasure would continue to mount. She would wait, as she'd been trained, for Ben's permission to succumb.

Oh god I'm going to explode. Claire knew this was Ben's once a month turn to unleash himself on her. Her own need for this deep beating had been mounting all week. It still amazed her, would ...