16. Nina #2
He keeps me bent over the bed, wrists still bound tight behind my back with his belt. My ass is burning from the spanking. Every time I shift, the sting flares hotter. I’m breathing hard, trying to hold on to the last bit of defiance I have left.
His fingers slide between my legs again, spreading the wetness. He circles my clit slowly, teasing, then pushes two thick fingers inside me. I moan despite myself. He fucks me with them for a minute, deep and steady, then pulls them out right when I start to feel the edge building.
“Not yet,” he says calmly.
I make a frustrated sound. He brings his hand down hard on my ass again. The slap echoes. I jerk forward, the sting mixing with the ache between my legs.
“You don’t get to come until I say so,” he tells me. “And you will address me properly.”
I clench my jaw. He spanks me again, harder. Then again. The pain is sharp and bright. My skin feels raw. He slides his fingers back inside me, curling them against that spot that makes my knees weak, and starts pumping slowly while his thumb brushes my clit.
The pleasure builds fast. I’m right there, right on the edge, and he stops again. Pulls his fingers out completely.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
He spanks me five times in quick succession, each one harder than the last. I cry out, the sound muffled against the mattress. My ass is on fire. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the intensity.
He leans over me, his body covering mine, one hand wrapping around my throat from behind. He squeezes, not enough to cut off air completely, but enough that I feel the pressure, enough that everything becomes sharper. His mouth is close to my ear.
“Say it,” he murmurs. “Say ‘yes, sir,’ and maybe I will let you come.”
I shake my head. My pride is still there, barely. He tightens his grip on my throat and slides three fingers back inside me, fucking me hard and fast while his thumb works my clit. The pleasure crashes into the pain. I’m so close it hurts.
He stops again.
I whimper. The denial is worse than the spanking.
“Please…” The word slips out before I can stop it.
He squeezes my throat a little harder. “Please, what?”
I’m shaking. My thighs are trembling. My ass is throbbing. I can’t think straight. The need is too big. The wall I’ve been holding up all day feels like it’s crumbling.
“Please, sir,” I whisper.
The words feel foreign and right at the same time.
He makes a low sound of approval. “Good girl.”
He fucks me with his fingers again, faster this time, no more teasing. His hand stays on my throat, controlling my breathing. The pleasure builds fast and brutal. I can’t hold it back.
I come hard, crying out as my pussy clenches around his fingers. The orgasm rips through me, strong and shaking. My legs almost give out. He keeps going, drawing it out until I’m gasping and twitching.
Even then, he doesn’t stop. He pulls his fingers out, flips me onto my back on the bed, and spreads my legs wide. My wrists are still bound under me, arching my back. He looks down at me, eyes dark, and starts undoing his belt.
The lesson is not over.
He undoes his pants and frees his cock. It’s thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. He strokes himself once, looking down at me spread out on the bed, wrists still bound behind my back, ass red from his hand, pussy dripping.
“On your stomach,” he says.
I roll over without arguing. The fight is gone. I want this too much.
He grabs my hips and pulls me up so I’m on my knees, face pressed into the mattress, ass high in the air. My bound wrists rest against my lower back. I can’t move much. I don’t want to.
He slaps my sore ass hard, once, twice, making me moan into the sheets. Then he lines himself up and pushes inside me in one deep thrust.
I cry out. He fills me completely, stretching me open.
The angle is so deep it makes my toes curl.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts fucking me hard, hips slamming against my reddened ass with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. Every stroke is rough and perfect.
“Fuck… sir,” I moan, the word coming easier now.
He groans and spanks me again while he fucks me. The sting on top of the pleasure makes everything sharper. He reaches forward, wraps his hand around my throat from behind, and pulls me up slightly so my back arches more. He chokes me just right, controlling my breath while he pounds into me.
“You feel that?” he growls, voice low and rough. “This is what happens when you run your mouth. You get fucked like you need it.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasp. “Please… harder.”
He gives it to me. He fucks me harder, deeper, his hips slamming against me. The headboard bangs against the wall. My moans are loud and broken. I can’t hold them back. Every thrust hits that perfect spot inside me. The pressure builds fast and overwhelming.
He tightens his grip on my throat and spanks me again. The combination sends me over the edge and I come hard, screaming into the mattress as my pussy clenches around his cock. My whole body shakes.
The orgasm is so intense my vision blurs. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, drawing it out until I’m whimpering and oversensitive.
He pulls out suddenly, flips me onto my back, and pushes my legs wide open. He slides back inside me in one smooth thrust, face-to-face now. His hand returns to my throat, squeezing as he fucks me deep and rough. His eyes stay locked on mine the whole time.
“Come again,” he orders. “Let me feel you.”
I can’t fight it. The second orgasm hits me even harder. I cry out his name mixed with “sir,” my body arching, pussy pulsing around him. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes from how good it feels.
He groans deep, thrusts becoming erratic. He buries himself as deep as he can go, hand still on my throat, and comes hard. I feel every pulse, every hot spurt filling me. He stays inside me for a long moment, breathing heavy against my neck.
Finally, he pulls out slowly. He unties my wrists and gently rubs the marks. Then he pulls me against his chest, one arm wrapped around me, his hand stroking my sore ass almost tenderly.
I lie there, still trembling, my mind quiet for once. I enjoyed every second of it. I let him take me apart, and I loved it.