Chapter 9 #3
For about a minute, I didn’t understand why he considered this to be something that was meant to punish me. The juice itself was cool and I’d already been stretched by the plug and all of his cock, so the insertion hadn’t really hurt at all.
I tightened around it and for the briefest of moments, it felt warm. At first, I thought I’d imagined it, but then it just seemed to grow gradually hotter.
Then it started to burn. Really burn.
It was as if my bottom hole had caught on fire. Unlike the crop or his belt or his hand, there was no end to this. It was one ceaseless scalding blaze that punished the well-used ring of my bottom hole.
I cried out and he gripped the end of the ginger plug, fucking me roughly with it, which only stocked the inferno to burn that much hotter.
He pushed it inside me again and let it settle.
“Is the juice starting to burn now, my naughty girl?”
“Yes, alpha,” I moaned.
“If you hadn’t come without permission, you’d be riding my cock right now,” he said salaciously and despite the fire that was seeping deep through my tight rim of muscle, my pussy clenched with need.
He took another piece of ginger and slid it up and down my pussy. He circled it around my clit, spreading the plentiful juice all over me.
“Instead, I have to punish you like this,” he growled, and the juice set my pussy aflame. I squirmed as he placed the ginger aside. He gripped the hair at the base of my head before he pulled me up just enough so that he had access to my nipples.
There was no warning or preparing myself for what he did next. I was so distracted by the pain radiating across the back of my scalp that the feeling of teeth surrounding my nipple caught me off guard. They felt sharp and when they bit down, I yelped in pain.
He’d put a clamp on my left nipple.
My nipple stung red hot and I keened. I finally remembered that my hands were free and tried to brush his hands away from my right side, but that only resulted in him spanking my nipple hard enough to make my entire breast sting.
“Put your hands down right now, my bad girl,” he warned.
I moaned with fear and arousal as I did as he asked. My spanked nipple felt that much more sensitive, and the cruel agony that came with the second clamp was that much fiercer.
My nipples stung, but that soon faded and left my breast heavy with desire.
He released my hair and I fell back down against the bed. The pressure of the mattress against my nipples caused a fresh wave of painful pleasure to course through me.
He pressed the ginger against my pussy once more, rubbing it firmly against my clit as the fiery blaze flamed white hot. Soon enough, I couldn’t stand how much it hurt.
“Please! Have mercy!” I begged.
He didn’t listen. The agony inside my bottom and all over my pussy was so intense that I began to whimper uncontrollably.
It hurt, but the way he was firmly circling my clit with the hard surface of the ginger was forcing a second wave of reluctant arousal to the surface.
Everything came together in a way to make me extremely sorry that I’d tried to hide my orgasm from him, and I started to regret it just like he’d promised I would.
“I’m so sorry, alpha. Please forgive me,” I pleaded.
“I’ve already forgiven you, little mate,” he answered warmly, but he didn’t make any move to take the ginger away from my punished flesh. My bottom hole tightened involuntarily around the root, and I wailed as a fresh wave of fire rolled through me.
My breath hitched and my eyes watered.
“Please,” I begged.
He pressed harder on my clit, and I shuddered, unwilling to accept my rising desire and knowing that it was inevitable that I would have to. I moaned with pleasure, even as the pain continued to cut through me to the core.
My hips rolled and I squeezed my eyes shut. I really didn’t want to cry again.
“Please what, little mate?”
My clit throbbed greedily. The visceral desire that was coursing through me felt unstoppable and I knew that I needed more than that single orgasm. I needed a whole lot more.
“Please fuck me, alpha,” I pleaded.
“You will need to be far more specific than that, little mate. I could always fuck that needy little pussy with a piece of ginger instead,” he warned, and my inner walls clenched tight at his threat. My clit was already burning, and I feared it inside me that much more.
I was desperate.
Pleasure and pain clashed inside me, over and over again as one toppled over the next.
My core was so tight with both warring sensations that it only added to the agony boiling through me.
My sore nipples scraped against the bed.
The welts from the crop ached. Everything from deep inside my bottom to my sore little clit stung with fierce heat from the ginger.
I just needed to be fucked. And I needed it hard.
“Please fuck my pussy with your cock, alpha,” I begged. It no longer mattered that the words felt shameful on my tongue.
“If you really want me to fuck you, little mate, you will beg for me to make it hurt. You didn’t earn gentle tonight. Ask me to punish that disobedient little pussy with my cock,” he demanded.
I cried out with fearful need. My mouth opened and closed several more times as I tried to will the courage to ask for something like that.
“Please. I can’t,” I finally managed.
He tortured my clit with that piece of ginger, using enough pressure to edge me to orgasm. I cried out loud with panic, not wanting to come without permission for a second time. He finally lightened the pressure enough for me to get a hold of myself, but then he did it again.
And again.
I lost count of how many times he edged me. My desperation was soon out of control. I whined. I cried. My legs trembled with it, and I blinked back tears several times as I struggled to maintain my dignity with the constant burning of the ginger in all my most sensitive places.
I was on fire. Everywhere.
My breathing was reduced to whimpering pants. I moaned. I wailed. I held onto the sheets beneath me for dear life.
Pain.
Pleasure.
So. Much. Fire.
I sobbed with defeat and opened my mouth with a frenzied plea.
“Please fuck me with your cock. Please make it hurt. Please punish me with your cock,” I begged frantically.
He pulled the piece of ginger away from my clit.
I had hoped he might remove the root from inside my bottom, but he gave no indication that he would.
I whined forlornly when I realized that the burn wasn’t going to stop even though the ginger was no longer touching my pussy. It just continued on and on.
“Good girl,” he purred, leaning over me so that I could feel how incredibly hard his cock was against me. He wanted me. Badly.
The knowledge of that almost did me in. I was so wet and so needy that just thinking about his massive length sliding inside me made my inner walls flutter with excitement.
“Please,” I begged again, and he pulled back just enough.
I yelped with pained delight when the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
He thrust his hips forward and forced every last inch of him inside me in a single hard thrust that made me scream with pain and pleasure all at the same time.
“I can’t!” I yelped.
The instant sensation was too much. He was so insanely big that my body instantly wanted to reject him.
The massive size of his cock combined with the constant terrible burn of the ginger was so intense that my hips rocked back and forth, trying to escape it and rush toward it all in the same breath.
He started to move, and my inner walls clutched at him so tightly that I thought that he might split me open, but he didn’t.
I was far too wet for that.
I whimpered as he began to use me. He jerked his hips forward into me again and again. His pace was furiously fast, and it only got harder from there on out. He’d made me beg for it to hurt and he made sure that it did.
He made a soft purring sound. My body quaked with a series of visceral vibrations, which almost seemed to open my body to him. His cock sank deeper into me, brushing against my cervix and my core trembled with feeling.
I cried out.
“It hurts, doesn’t it, little mate? I had planned to be gentle with you, but that isn’t what you need. You need it hard. You need it to hurt,” he said and the rumbling in his voice made my core tighten viciously. I moaned and he slammed his cock into me several times.
“Yes, alpha,” I whimpered.
“You’re going to come four more times for me, Natalia,” he vowed. My stomach dropped and a fresh wave of fear rolled through me at his promise.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“You will, sweet mate. I want to feel you break on my cock,” he growled, and my inner walls fluttered around him with intense need.
“I need…” I began.
“Come for me, little mate. Scream for me,” he demanded.
My arousal surged with impossible speed.
It was as if my body was obeying his command and maybe it was, because I couldn’t stop the need spiraling through me after that.
It swelled deep within me from a dark unknown place, rising higher and higher until it grew into a savage tidal wave that was bound to destroy me.
I wailed, my clit far too sensitive, but I knew far more than this was coming. My legs started to tremble and before I could stop it, my next orgasm tore through me like a riptide. My hips rolled of their own accord, a sordid display of my arousal as he continued to fuck me with feral intensity.
I screamed. I cried. I shook.
That second orgasm was more powerful than the first. My body squeezed tight around the ginger plug and his cock, over and over again. White-hot bliss rattled me from within and when the sensation finally began to fade, I sighed in relief. That feeling didn’t remain for long though.
He showed no signs of slowing down.
He ravaged me on his cock, fucking me harder and forcing my arousal to come to a head. He demanded that third orgasm with every last breath and before long, I gave him that too.