I tried to clear my brain, think clearly & hold my resolve not to beg. I could imagine the smug smirk as he asked if I was regretting my earlier sassiness. A rhetorical question that I knew not to answer.
I tried to pinch my lower lip between my teeth, almost causing me to lose the chain I had been instructed to hold in my mouth. I recaptured it just in time but the movement jerked it taut & the sharp tug on my nipples drew another mewling muffled moan from my throat.
“calm, calm!” My inner voice tried to settle me but the tempest of intense sensation he was inflicting was overwhelming me.
I earned this, I thought to myself, trying to concentrate on something other than the plug in my ass, the pump on my pussy, the egg vibrating in my cunt, the flogger on my thighs, the clamps on my nipples.
I replayed our earlier text conversation that had given him the excuse to torture me this way. Not that he needed an excuse, of course, he just liked to taunt me with his justification when I gave him the opportunity.
HIM: I’m going to make you earn your orgasms tonight girl!
ME: Oooh, more than one going to be granted. Happy girl
HIM: Maybe none. We’ll see how good you are.
ME: some might say it depends how good you are
Oh, shit, did I actually hit send? Oh fuck! Me & my sarcasm! I hoped he’d be chuckling & his devious sadistic brain would be adding to his plans. He did so like it when I got myself into trouble.
So that’s what got me here, wrists & ankles snuggly secured, spread-eagled, unable to move. A blindfold tight across my eyes & the pressure building once more as he takes a break from striking me & runs the strands of the flogger teasingly over my abdomen & chest.
We had been playing for a few hours already but he has only been teasing me until now.
I was being stubborn, *of course*, refusing to beg & he, *of course*, was determined to break me. “You WILL beg me before we’re done” he whispered, his voice & touch unbearably tender as I tried not to squirm. He knew my body too well, he knew how close I was. Abruptly the egg shut off, the pressure of the pump was released & his hand clamped down on my throat. I hissed as I narrowly held back my orgasm. “Open! Drop the chain!”
My head was tipped back over the edge of the bed & his cock (fucking hell, he was rock hard again, he’d already cum twice! Once over my ass cheeks after he had reddened them with his hand and belt shortly after I had arrived and again when he pushed me to my knees to worship his cock) thrust deep into my mouth. I gagged as he pushed deep into my throat, knowing he could feel himself under his hand as I choked. Long, slow strokes, a pause until I started to struggle for breath, before sliding, oh so slowly, out again. The ritual repeated a few more times. His hand left my throat & delved into my wetness, building up the pressure again when he cut off my air.
My mind felt like it was being bathed in sherbet, fizzing & popping as adrenalin & endorphins dumped into my bloodstream.
I needed it to stop, I needed to breathe, I needed to cum. Most of all, to cum, to let the dam burst, to find some release from the torrent of sensation. The pain & fear & pleasure were giving me a high like nothing else could.
Did he sense that need? Or was it because I still hadn’t begged that he stopped his digital exploration? Or did he just want to remind me that he could use me anytime, anyhow he wanted?
He steadied my head, holding me at the angle he wanted & increased the tempo of his thrusts.
So very different from me going down on him & worshipping his cock like I had earlier. I felt clumsy because I couldn’t use my tongue & mouth to best effect like this. All I could do was surrender to the onslaught & try not to pass out.
A few gasping breaths when he permitted it, drool dripping in strings from his cock over my face as he tensed and growled at me to swallow every drop. The ‘or else’ was implied.
He drove back into to my open mouth and I locked my lips around his shaft as best I could. He burst in my throat, so deep I couldn’t even taste it, as I frantically suckled and swallowed. He stayed buried deep until he was spent and I was panicking that I would run out of air.
He withdrew, from my mouth, from my vicinity. Even as I panted, trying not to hyperventilate, I was straining my ears & trying to track him by body heat but I had no idea where he was, nor where he would be next. Maybe he was done, he’d got his (and then some) He had warned me I might not get mine. He’d never ended a scene without letting me cum before, but there was always a first time.
Suddenly I felt his weight drop onto the bed by my thigh. His hand round my wrist, unfastening the cuff. Now I felt some motivation to beg, we couldn’t be done. He couldn’t leave me like this, jacked up on biochemicals but with no release.
But good ol’ reliable stubbornness kicked in! Sure, I might have whimpered & muttered something about not being done, but I didn’t beg. I wouldn’t.
He toyed with me as he removed the restraints, his hands on my body coaxing me back to the edge of reason. “Stubborn slut. We won’t be done until I hear you begging for your orgasm. Although whether I grant your request is a whole other matter” I shuddered, a visible & palpable tremor through my limbs that he could very obviously see & feel. I hadn’t thought he would do that do me. That would be worse than him ending the scene now.
Now that I was released from restraints I tested my freedom by moving into a more comfortable position, but he fisted my hair & firmly twisted my head, controlling my movement. Terse orders, instructing me to position my ass on the edge of the bed on my back.
He spread my knees apart & slowly pulled the plug partway out, holding it so the widest girth was stretching the tight muscles, moving it slightly to stimulate the sensitive nerve endings. I knew he’d be watching the wetness flooding out of my swollen slit over the plug & his fingers.
A sharp tug & the pressure was gone, I felt empty, I had been relishing that full feeling. I shouldn’t have worried, a brief hiatus & I felt him slowly pushing something else into my anus. Longer than the plug, slightly less girth, I knew what it was when he activated it, the vibrations eliciting moans from me. This was new and very effective. I heard a soft chuckle and his hands grasped my thighs firmly and pulled me slightly closer to the edge of the bed.
“don’t move!” he ordered as he withdrew and I heard the condom wrapper tear. (honestly, his refractory period this night was unbelievable!)
A moment later he was back between my legs and pressing himself slowly, ever so slowly into my swollen slick slit. He paused part way and I ground myself onto him, pressing us together until his balls rested against my skin and I could feel the stubble on his groin. Grunts and moans and groans emerged from my throat as the fullness and vibrations took me straight to the edge. “Don’t you fucking dare! Not without permission. Beg me for it my dirty little slut!”
He started to fuck me with gusto, pinning my ankles together by his shoulder. My hands clawed at the sheets, back arching. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was going to have to beg and beg quickly because I wasn’t going to be able to stop this tidal wave washing through me.
A rush of sound I can’t even remember tumbled from my mouth, separate words stumbling over each other, I tried to control it so it was coherent. I was shrill with my pleas for release, for relief, begging him, pleading with him, frantic, saying I was scared I couldn’t hold it much longer.
“Good girl. Hold it for just a minute more” he groaned through gritted teeth. He reached down and pulled out the vibrator and on his next thrust withdrew from my cunt and buried himself in my ass. His thrusts got fiercer and faster, pushing my thighs ups to my chest with one arm and pinching and twisting my clit with his other hand.
I was done for, I was squealing “Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” the syllable becoming meaningless in its repetition without breath drawn. I was dizzy and losing vision from the lack of air and the intensity of the impending orgasm.
“You feel so fucking good. So fucking good. You can come baby”
My body responded almost before he had finished talking. A continuous shuddering orgasm ripped through me and wouldn’t stop. The wave crested and crested and crested and didn’t break as he fucked me furiously, gripping my hips to keep that part of my writhing twisting body in place. He roared as my pulsing, clenching muscles sent him over his own edge and emptied him.
He stayed buried in me, releasing my legs & resting on me as I continued to writhe and quiver and convulse, breathing heavily. His weight centered me and I started to calm, shudders subsiding, each wave coming further apart. Until he pulled out and I was off again.
As the last tremor passed we started giggling uncontrollably as we lay in an exhausted tangle on the bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/idux0b/brat_tales_payback_for_sass_ds_mf_anal_throat
Pretty epic imo. 9/10 really good.