Revenge – Part 5C – The Red Mist Decends

Porn stories: Revenge – Part 5C – The Red Mist Decends

“Don’t use your hands.” I repeated.

She nodded, smoothing down her hair where I’d pulled it, and leaned back to my cock. She moved less confidently now, as if afraid to make a mistake. I lay back and closed my eyes, letting her pleasure me. She slowly began again, licking and sometimes kissing all around the shaft and head.

I soon found myself clenching my jaw in frustration. It felt good, but I needed more stimulation. I knew that I was essentially teasing myself as well as her, and I didn’t know how much more of these gentle sensations I could put up with. I remembered my orgasm from the previous week, and how it felt so much better because I’d delayed it.

I held on for minutes, constantly resisting the urge to grab her head and fuck her hot little throat. Just as I thought my will was about to break, I felt the incredible relief of her warm, wet lips spreading over the head of my cock as she took me into her mouth. She gripped the base tight with her fingers, and started to bounce her head lower and lower down my shaft.

I grunted with pleasure and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth before I realised she’d disobeyed me. I sat up and grabbed her hair with my left hand, pulling her off my cock. She let out a whine of confusion and disappointment, but quickly sat up at my guidance. Her lips were covered with spit. I looked into her eyes and saw that she had already started to get that dazed look that submission gave her.

My body pulsed with anger, both at myself and at her, and without thinking I struck out at her, slapping her hard across her right cheek. Her head jerked to the side with the force and there was a moment of intense silence before she turned back to me. I actually didn’t connect with her all that well but it definitely stung, and it shocked her.

She was paying attention now. Her eyes were wide, and I could see tears brewing.

I released her and quickly leaned back. I hadn’t planned to hit her like that. I’d lost my temper. I took a few seconds to calm myself, before pulling my boxers up and getting off the bed.

“I’m sorry, I just-” she started, her voice shaking.

“Shut up.” I said, cutting her off.

I walked towards the closet on the opposite end of the room from the door.

“I just-” she continued.

I looked sharply back at her, and she quickly brought a hand up to cover her own mouth, realising that I’d given her a command.

I slid one of the closet doors open. I saw it just where I’d left it, a black leather belt hanging from the rail. I quickly undid it and walked back to the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw what I was holding, and her hand had moved to rest on her face where I’d hit her.

“Bend over.” I said.

She didn’t hesitate for a second, just turned and pushed her face into the mattress.

“I told you not to use your hands.” I said, forcing myself to sound calm. “I told you not to put it in your mouth.”

I sat behind her on the bed. I felt the weight of the belt in my hands, and it suddenly struck me what she thought was going to happen. I looked down at the length of thick, heavy leather. I wasn’t going to hit her with it. That thought hadn’t even occurred to me. But I imagined it then, the damage it could do, the sounds she would make. Hard leather meeting soft flesh. What would that sound like? What would it feel like?

I wasn’t going to hit her with it. It would be…agony, for her. I couldn’t do that to her.

At least…not yet.

I took a deep, steady breath, and forced myself away from these darker thoughts.

“Put your hands behind your back.” I said roughly.

She quickly threw her arms back, and I used my free hand to guide them into the position I wanted, folded behind her back, one on top of the other. I quickly wrapped the belt twice around her arms, binding them together.

Trying to steady myself, I threaded the end through the buckle, and pulled hard. My hands were once again shaking with excitement, and I fumbled with it for a few seconds before I could begin to fasten it. I’d chosen this belt for a reason. It didn’t fasten with holes, like most belts, but instead had small clamp that could click shut at any length, making it perfect for this. It was a strange design choice that I’d never seen before, and I didn’t use this belt because it felt strange to fasten around my waist, but it popped into my head as soon as I got the idea to tie her up.

I pulled the belt until it seemed to push into her arms.

“Can you get out of this?” I asked.

She struggled for a few seconds, and managed to slide her arms free. I guided her into the same position, and tightened the belt until it was biting hard into her flesh. She gasped, but I ignored her.

“How about now?” I asked.

She wriggled and struggled for a few seconds, but it was clear that it was too tight for her to move.

“Good.” I said, clicking the clasp shut.

This would ensure she couldn’t use her hands any more, but I still had to punish her.

I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling hard.

“I want you to count to…” I paused, letting her wonder. “Five.”

She let out a little groan, just as I brought my hand to her ass in a hard slap. She gasped with pain, but didn’t wait more than a few seconds before squealing out.

“One!”

I spanked her again, and again she wasted no time in counting. She counted out quickly, much faster than she had before, waiting no more than a few seconds after each stinging slap. I hit her hard and fast, and too soon she whimpered out,

“Ff…five.”

I had to stop myself from spanking her again, my hand was already in the air. I realised I’d been pulling on her hair the whole time too.

I literally shook my head, trying to get a hold on the situation. I’d been so looking forward to tying her up like this, but in my eagerness I’d rushed through it. I sat back on the bed and tried to get my breath back.
I rested for a minute or two, watching Jessica bravely hold the position I’d put her in. I slowly got to my knees and pulled her up by the shoulders, knowing it would be difficult for her to raise herself without her arms to help.

I pulled her into a kneeling position and held her by the chin. I looked down her body before meeting her eyes, revelling in how she was shaking. Her legs were apart, and I reached down and slid my finger across her pussy lips, finding them dripping wet. At long last, I looked into her eyes.

She had an expression so intense, so beautiful, that my breath caught in my throat. She looked so pleading, so sorrowful, and so incredibly lustful. I tightened my fingers around her jaw. I noticed the pink mark I’d left on her face had already started to fade, and I knew it wouldn’t bruise.

“Now, are you going to be good? Or do you want to leave?” I asked.

I was threatening her with kicking her out, but I also had to make sure she still wanted to stay. This whole thing was meaningless if she didn’t have the choice. It had always been that way. After my initial plan to reveal myself to her in the bathroom, she’d started every single meeting between us by coming over here.

When things had gotten more intense last week, she’d come back for more. I didn’t need to make admit that she liked it, but I loved hearing it.

She stared at me with that incredible expression.

“I’ll be good.” she whispered.

Again, I felt my breath catch. Everything about what was happening was driving me insane. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and so perfectly submissive. And now she had been tied up and abused, and still all she wanted was to be good.

“You’ll be a good little slut for me?” I asked.

She nodded quickly, expression serious.

“Say it.”

She hesitated for only a second.

“I’ll…I’ll be a good little…slut…for you.” she said.

“Good girl.” I said.

I slid my finger back across her pussy again, and kissed her forehead. She let out a breathy moan. I lay back down on the bed and pulled my still erect cock out of my boxers. I needed to cum soon, all this waiting was driving me insane. But I wanted to tease her more.

“Don’t put it in your mouth.” I said.

She nodded, and slowly tried to move into the right position. She forgot about not having her arms to support her and she fell forward, her head colliding gently with my thigh. I sighed impatiently as she tried to move her legs back to give her enough leverage to lift her head.

She managed to sit up again. She pushed one leg back, and one forward, making her stable enough to lower her head without falling. She looked incredibly focused. Her humiliation at being tied up, the pain of being spanked, none of it seemed to matter. All she cared about was getting back to pleasuring me. She started again at the very base of my shaft, and licked up, incredibly slowly, to the top.

I lay back and closed my eyes. Her soft tongue once again explored every inch of my fat cock, long, slow licks from base to tip mixed with small, teasing touches around the head. I stood as much of this torture as I could, counting every passing minute, just hoping she’d take me into her mouth again.

I finally opened my eyes. If I didn’t get more stimulation soon, I was going to go insane.

Jessica continued to lick me as I watched her. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth was covered with spit. I reached out with both hands and wrapped my fingers in her hair. She looked up at me, but didn’t stop licking. I slowly pulled her forward, and her eyes lit up. She opened her mouth wide, and I pushed the tip of my cock into her mouth. I could feel her hesitation. I hadn’t given her permission yet.

“That’s it…” I said, my voice coming out in a rough moan, “Put it in, Jessica. Suck me.”

I’d barely finished the sentence when her whole body jumped forward, and she immediately sucked my cock into her mouth, her lips stopping about a quarter of the way down the shaft. I let out a soft grunt as I finally got the sensation I’d been craving. In just a few seconds, she took a sharp breath through her nose and slowly swallowed my cock to the base. The sense of relief was incredible.

I held her there and quickly sat up. I started to slowly pull out of her throat, and she echoed my grunt of pleasure with her own long moan. I looked down at her naked and bound body, and grabbing her hair tight, I thrust hard back into her. She let out another excited moan around my cock. I was soon rapidly pumping in and out of her throat as fast as I could.

“You like this…don’t you…” I panted, pulling her hair, “You like it when I…fuck your little throat!”

She was still moaning, but whether she was trying to answer me or not, I couldn’t tell. I pulled her hair harder and tried to increase my pace. I felt my orgasm approaching fast. It was long overdue, I’d never been teased like this before, and I knew that when it hit it would be incredible.

“You love this.” I taunted her, “You love being my little…cock sucker!”

My orgasm finally hit me, and the pleasure was intense. Jessica’s voice suddenly shot up in pitch, a long moan ending in a high squeal, as my own breath came out in a ragged moan. I didn’t stop pumping into her as my sperm flowed into her throat in long spurts. This felt better than anything we’d done before. Tying her up, taunting her, delaying my pleasure, using her like this; all combined it gave me the most incredible orgasm I could ever remember having.

When my cock stopped pulsing with pleasure, I slid it back out of her throat. It was only after I’d slid out that I realised Jessica was still moaning. She let her face fall to the bed, and she fell over on her side, her bound arms shaking and her legs quivering. Her voice was jumping and shaking in a way that I was very familiar with.

“Jessica…what…?”

She looked up at me.

“I’m…I’m…aahahhh…” she moaned.

I couldn’t believe it. I quickly jumped up, spread her legs and slid a finger inside her. I felt her pussy grip against my finger, and her voice squeaked out in pleasure.

She was having an orgasm.

I sat back, completely stunned. I watched her slowly come down, her body shaking less and her voice leaving her heavy breathing. How had she cum without even being touched? Was that even possible? I had no idea what to say.

“I came…” she whimpered.

She let out a delirious giggle.

“I came…just from sucking you…” she said, giggling again. “Just from sucking your big cock.”

She struggled up to her knees and shuffled over to me. She always wanted to be close to me after an orgasm, I’d noticed. I opened my arms to her, and she let her body collapse into them. She tried resting her head against me like she always did, but because I was sitting and she couldn’t hug me, she had to hold herself up with just her legs.

I took her shoulders and slowly turned her so that her back was to me, and she was straddling my right leg. She lay back against me and relaxed.

We were silent for a minute or two, both breathing heavily.

“How did that even happen?” I finally asked.

She laughed again.

“I don’t even know.” she sighed, “You just…feel so good in my throat. And the way you were holding me…and…and talking to me…”

She trailed off. I gave her a second to collect her thoughts.

“Well, I was…doing these exercises I read about.” she admitted quietly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well I…” she moved around again, getting comfortable against me. She still hadn’t asked for her arms to be released. “I heard about these exercises to make my…my pussy tighter. Or, I guess to keep it tight. I don’t want to get all…stretched out, you know? I want to stay nice and tight for you.” she said slowly.

I’d read about this.

I vaguely remembered some forum about a woman worried that her new boyfriend’s big cock would literally ruin her for other men by stretching her out. I read through it all, and I remember the conclusion being something like; A big dick isn’t going to make you noticeably looser, even having a child probably won’t. But there are exercises that can make your pussy ‘stronger’ in a weird kind of way, making it so it can grip tighter against whatever’s inside, which would probably increase pleasure.

She interrupted my memories by continuing.

“I was just doing that, and it felt really good, squeezing my…my pussy like that. And then you started to cum inside my throat…your thick cock just…pulsing and thrusting…and it felt so good…I just went off…” she said.

I hadn’t heard of this, but I made a note to research it later. I couldn’t help but notice how she kept hesitating before saying sexual words, like pussy or cock. I remembered what she’d said earlier, about how I’d been talking to her.

“Did you like the things I was saying?” I asked.

She hesitated.

“I…I don’t know.” she said quietly.

I rolled my eyes. She always resisted when it came to stuff like this, she always had to be prompted into admitting the truth. I reached down and grabbed her right breast hard, digging my fingers in.

She let out a pathetic little whimper of pain, and I tightened my grip. I loved how her boob felt, and realised I hadn’t really explored her body as much as I thought I wanted to. I hadn’t played with her boobs much, and I hadn’t licked her pussy yet, which was something I wanted to try. I continued squeezing her for a while, before I focused my thoughts.

“Don’t lie to me.” I said calmly, “If you don’t know, then think. Did you like what I was saying when I fucked your mouth?”

“I…think so…Yes!” she gasped, her breath getting short again, “I did…I liked it!”

I used my other hand to pinch her other nipple, and started to twist it roughly. With her arms tied she was powerless to stop me, but she didn’t even try to move her body away.

“Did you like sucking me off? Did you like it when I used your hot little throat to satisfy me? ” I asked.

“Yes!” she moaned, “I love it!”

My cock was getting hard again, hearing her talk like this.

“I love sucking your…big cock…” she continued, still panting, “I love being yours…your little slut…your little…cock sucker!”

I released my grip on her, and she sighed with relief.

“I love it…” she whimpered, pushing back against me, “I love being your slut…”

“Good girl.” I said, wrapping my arms around her.

She’d said things like this to me before, called herself a slut, but it seemed to get a little harder for her at times, it seemed to mean more. I guessed that there were times she could just act like she was saying what I wanted her to, that she was only applying that label to herself because she wanted to submit to me.

But other times, like this, she seemed to really believe it. She couldn’t lie to herself, and make excuses. She just had to admit that she was a slut. My slut.

I gently caressed her hair as she let out little purrs of contentment, and we just lay like that for a while. But something was bothering me. Something wasn’t quite right. She sighed against me, not asking what was going to happen next, or if I would untie her. She was just content. But I wasn’t.

The realisation came to me in a flash. I felt my smile grow wider.

“Jessica?” I asked her gently.

She sat up and turned, looking up into my eyes. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

“Jessica…did I give you permission to have an orgasm?”

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She was the perfect picture of surprise.

“I couldn’t…I mean…” she stammered.

I grabbed her chin hard, and she let out a squeak of fear.

“Did I. Give you. Permission.” I said slowly.

She shook her head, before spitting out, “No.”

“So what do you think should happen now?” I asked.

She swallowed hard.

“You should punish me.” she said.

Her voice was strong and clear, despite how afraid she looked.

“Do you want me to punish you?” I asked.

She hesitated for a second, looking away from me, but quickly met my eye again and nodded once.

“I want you to punish me.” she said. “You didn’t give me permission. I…I deserve it.”

Before I could stop myself, my face broke into a wide smile. I normally tried to keep my expression neutral when I was with her, but she looked so adorably certain.

She returned my smile, happy to have pleased me.

“Good girl.” I said.

I took her shoulders gently rolled her over into a kneeling position. I spanked her hard, and she quickly counted “One”. Just like before, she kept up a rapid pace, and so did I.

Hitting her like this, I could feel the anger rising up in me, and I vented it on her shaking body, ignoring how much my own hand was hurting. She counted well, and despite breaking into tears as the final numbers approached, she didn’t make a single mistake, and barely hesitated. It seemed that after she got over the initial shock of actually being spanked, she could take a lot of punishment.

Maybe ten wouldn’t be enough in future.

My cock was rock hard again, and as soon as I finished, I quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and span her around. She moved with me, and I slammed her down onto her back. She stared up at me, tears streaming down her face, naked body bound and quivering, and whimpered;

“Thank you…for punishing me…”

I felt myself become overwhelmed with lust, and with an almost literal growl I threw myself at her. I put my face an inch in front of hers and grabbed her tightly by the hair, and I felt my cock slide against her dripping pussy lips. She was driving me insane, I’d never felt this much raw passion.

“You want this cock, slut?” I hissed at her.

“Yes!” she gasped, “Please fuck me…please, I need it…”

I gripped her hair tighter, and felt my stinging hand ache as I squeezed my fist. I kept my face in front of hers, staring into her eyes and feeling her hot breath against my lips, her eyes wide and frantic. I grabbed the base of my cock and started to slide the tip against pussy. I couldn’t believe just how much I wanted to fuck her, to dominate her. It was almost an animal need, in a way that I’d never felt so powerfully before. I wanted to hold her tenderly and tear her apart, both at the same time.

As the tip of my cock slid up her pussy, I ground it hard into her exposed clit. She gasped loudly and her hips bucked upwards.

“Oh God,” she moaned, “I’m…I’m going to cum again…please, please let me cum…fuck me, please, make me cum…”

I drummed the head of my cock against her clit and pussy lips in a fast rhythm.

“Do it, slut.” I grunted.

I felt her whole body go taut like a pulled spring beneath me, her head pushed back and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She gasped and exhaled loudly, and I felt a rush of hot fluid flow from her drenched pussy lips. I gripped her tight and finally pushed my cock into her, feeling the strength of her orgasm shake her body from within. I slid my entire length into her, grunting with pleasure as she began to moan again, her voice cracking. Her hips were shaking with an incredible intensity, and her tears continued to fall through closed eyes.

I finally allowed myself to give in to my lust, and began to pound into her, using fast, hard strokes to completely fill her tight pussy, which was still gripping and pulsing hard around my thick cock. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, prolonged by my cock pushing into her. There was an incredible freedom in this, I felt. I didn’t have to wonder what to do or say, or plan any more little manipulations for her. As much as I enjoyed seeing her suffer, it was so liberating to just being able to pound into her as much as I wanted.

She was still cumming, gasping and moaning to the point where her voice sounded hoarse. I noticed she was holding her legs up on either side of me, so I grabbed her knees and pushed them tight against her chest. It seemed to make her pussy even tighter, and as I thrust into her over and over, I felt my second orgasm approaching faster than normal, and decided not to try to hold it off. I was soon shooting out another orgasm so strong it forced a wild moan from my lips.

I kept my cock inside her as my orgasm passed. Her pussy was still gripping around my softening shaft as I pulled out of her, and her breath was still coming in shaky gasps and sobs.

I rested on my knees for a minute or two, just watching her. She was holding her legs in the air, her knees pressed against her chest, and her hips thrusting slightly in a steady rhythm as the waves of her orgasm passed, her toes curling slightly in time with her legs.

I leaned over her, wrapping one hand around her jaw and the sliding the other into her messy hair. Her breathing slowed, and soon we were both still, and calm, looking into each other’s eyes. I gripped with both hands and kissed her. I could taste a hint of my own sperm in her mouth, but I didn’t care. I broke the kiss, and pulled her up by the shoulders, guiding her to turn over. I moved behind her and unclasped the belt that was holding her arms. She sighed with relief as they fell limply to her sides.

I reached over and pulled her tub of cream from my bedside drawer. I quickly unscrewed the lid, and began slowly and methodically massaging the cream onto her bright red cheeks.
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