June 3, 2022 #4
This man would easily win a pussy eating competition by a landslide. My nails dug into the material of the cushion, holding me steady when the next wave of an orgasm shot through me.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Dinero!” This time, tears flowed freely as I quaked hard against the leather.
This must be what taking ecstasy feels like. I thought to myself as this overwhelming amount of pleasure coursed through my body. It felt like I had been dropped off in a universe where everything in the world was right.
I lay back, and all my limbs went limp. I just stared into outer space when I finally focused on the clock. There were 68 minutes and some seconds left.
“Twenty-one minutes,” I mumbled in disbelief. Twenty-one minutes is all it took for Dinero to make me orgasm five times.
He let the chair up and then slowly unstrapped my arms and legs. He helped me from the seat and then held my body against his. The way he kissed me felt so personal. I savored the taste on his lips, even licked a little at his chin.
“I’m glad your body cooperated, pretty. You get a long break.” He winked.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“The minutes on the clock. They’re there to determine how long a break you get before I claim your body.
The harder you make me work, the less time you have to recuperate.
You have 67 minutes to rest now. There’s a fridge built into the console over there.
There are food and drinks inside if you want them.
Also, feel free to go to sleep. I’ll see you in an hour. ”
He turned and left me too stunned to speak. This man had me in a simulation, controlling every aspect of it. It was a crazy game, but I wanted to see it through to the end.
I went to the console, got a mini bottle of water, and ate a couple of the kiwis he had in a bowl.
Then I went to bed, took off my heels, and decided to take a nap.
There was a solid hour left on the clock, and I knew it would take next to nothing for me to fall asleep.
I was tired and worn, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
I felt like I had barely closed my eyes when I heard the door opening. I sleep like a spy, so as soon as I heard it, I rolled toward the entrance of the room.
He looked at me as I lay sprawled out across the bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rubbed my bare ass.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked.
“Yes. I need to shower really quickly.” I could feel the stickiness still between my legs, and despite him running the show, I needed to freshen up a bit.
He nodded.
“Go ahead, get cleaned up for me.”
I went into the bathroom and showered quickly. He had the same soap in here that he had on my list of essentials; it made me laugh. I took a quick shower, nowhere near the length of time that I normally spent inside.
When I made it back to the room, the cool air fighting against the warmth of my skin made my nipples harden immediately.
He stood and met me halfway.
This time, our interaction was far less controlled or formal. He grabbed me, squeezing two generous handfuls of my ass and then moaning. Our tongues wrestled; I cupped the back of his head as we kissed. The way he touched me like I was fragile was a complete contrast to the dominance of his voice.
He pulled back from me, composed himself, and then he spoke.
“Lie on the bed, pretty.”
I went over to bed and then lay in the center of it. I watched him anxiously as he slowly made it to the side and stood there.
“Tell me the first rule that you agreed to when you signed the contract.”
This wasn’t a time for a pop quiz. But still, I took a second to search my memory before I finally settled on the first thing that I believe I signed.
“I don’t assume. I wait for instruction.”
“Good. And if you get uncomfortable?”
“I have to say it.”
He nodded, and he finally removed his pants and underwear. I looked down at his dick and then back up at him. There was no way that what he was carrying was legal.
“Taco.”
I tried my best to hold the laugh that escaped me. Not only was I not a generally serious person, but that is what happened when I got nervous. And at that moment, I was a ball of nerves. That was unfamiliar territory.
He didn’t share my amusement this time. Instead, he spun and went back over to the chest to retrieve a paddle. Then he faced me again.
“Pretty, are you uncomfortable?”
“I was just-”
“Are you?” He cut me off, his tone even.
“No.”
“The safe word is not a game. If you need everything to stop, you use it. But if you tell me you’re okay, I’m going to expect you to follow directions. I’ll reward your good behavior, and I’ll correct your poor behavior. Those are not threats. Those are expectations. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing again.
“Now, come lie across my lap.”
He said as he waited for me to rise from my position and lie across him. His dick was erect, and he readjusted it so that I could lie comfortably.
“Last chance before you are punished.” He said with a raised eyebrow. “If this isn’t what you want, it stops here.” He insisted.
Imagine the words that escaped my mouth. I begged this man to punish me.
“I want to continue.” I shocked myself. I didn’t feel like he would hurt me. It was something about the way that he assured me that made me trust him. He had every opportunity to break that trust, and he’s only reaffirmed it.
His mouth curled into a smile.
He didn’t use the paddle right away. Instead, he rubbed my hair and then held my hand.
At first, he rubbed my butt gently and massaged the small of my back. Then I felt the second that he picked up the paddle.
Whack
My mouth fell open, and I squeezed his hand so hard I felt like I might break it. But it was followed by something else, a moan. How?
Whack
Before I could think, he slammed the paddle down again. Instantly, my pussy got wet at the sensation. But tears filled my eyes, and he noticed them. I could see his eyes soften as he brushed my hair again.
Whack
He slapped me again. Harder than each of the two times before, but still not hard enough for me to take it and slap him back.
I gripped his hand this time harder as I cried out. I contemplated using the safe word because I thought I was ready to call it quits. Not because I was hurt, but because there was no way that I was supposed to be that aroused by being paddled.
“Turn over for me, pretty.”
I rolled onto my back, staring up at his face while I wiped the tears threatening to fall. He parted my thighs and then dipped between my legs.
“Are you wet from your punishment?” He asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Good. Go back to the center of the bed.”
He waited for me to go back to the center of the bed, and then he put the paddle back in its place.
He climbed into bed and stroked his dick as he lined it at my entrance.
“Look at me, pretty.” He demanded as we locked eyes.
“By the time that I let you go, you’ll understand exactly why I told you to trust me. You’ve been laughing all night. I want you to keep that same confidence.”
The man was delivering my eulogy because when he pushed inside of me without any regard to my uterine lining, I felt like I almost fainted. His dick was unearthly.
“Shit!” He hissed once he was fully inside of me.
With one hand, he steadied my head as he fucked me; his strokes were long and powerful. He alternated between kissing and talking to me. With the other hand, he pushed my leg back as far as my anatomy would allow.
I whimpered.
“I love when you whine, pretty. Talk to me. Tell me how good this dick is to you.” He demanded.
“You feel so good.” I cooed. It was pain and pleasure all at once. I loved every second of it.
He choked me harder and sucked my lip into his mouth. His strokes got faster, making me scratch him. I needed anything to grab on to.
My walls contracted around his dick as I neared an orgasm.
“Pretty.” He panted.
“Yes?”
“Are you ready to cum?” He questioned.
“Yes!”
“Ask me. Ask me to make that pretty pussy cum all over my dick.”
I didn’t have an asking bone in my fucking body.
I came hard, unable to stop it. I was bad at this, real bad.
I gushed around his dick; the sounds of splashing turned him on.
I whined as he continued to fuck me. His mouth covered mine, drowning out all the sounds of my undoing as I whimpered into it.
He took my hands and placed them above my head and held them there as he fucked me harder.
“Damn pretty. You’re so fucking dangerous.” He said right before he abruptly pulled out of me and came on my stomach.
He let out loads of cum with a grunt and then let my hands down. He lay on top of me; his forehead pressed against mine for a while. Then he got up and came back with a rag. He spread my legs wide, and not only did he wipe the cum from my stomach, but he wiped my middle as well.
My next punishment was anal sex. Because I hadn’t asked him to cum.
“Pretty, when I speak, I’m not asking. Do you understand?” He asked as he rubbed lubricant over his dick. Then wiped his hands with the towel.
“Yes.” I lied.
“Lie on your stomach.”
He had these satin gloves that he used to touch me, and they felt like electricity against my skin. It did something to me in the wildest way.
He wrecked my asshole. He fucked me like the punishment it was, and I don’t know why or how I managed to cum twice while he did it, but I did.
I felt like I was empty inside, like I had given him everything that I had. Like I couldn’t cum again if I wanted to. My pussy was swollen, my asshole ached, but still. We were in his playroom for what felt like hours.
When we finally finished the session. I lay sprawled on the bed. He slapped my ass hard. I didn’t even have the energy to yelp. I just turned toward him, lazily, one eye open.