She said she wanted me to hurt her! [MF, Handcuffed Lady Gets Painfully Assfucked]

She ordered some salad and told me she wanted me to hurt her.

I only order a drink and then I ordered her to take off her panties and hand them to me.

I told her if she was a good girl I’d give them back to her at the end of the night.

She asked me what would happen if she was a bad girl, would I keep them forever?

I told her she was in for pain.

*

When we got back to my apartment I made her walk up ahead. I just wanted to make her uncomfortable and on edge. I hoped she could feel the stare I had on her ass – I was trying to look through the skirt she wore after all. I noticed her steps were unnatural, and I liked that.

She had my key. She opened the door and paused a few steps inside. The place was in darkness, she’d never been over before so had zero idea where to step. I was happy to disorient her.

I continued inside without pause, and after closing and locking the door I stepped toward her, I could make out her silhouette in the bit of light that leaked around the blinds. It was enough – I was able to find her face with my hands. To hold her cheeks. To slap one gently before wrapping one hand around her head and burying my fingers into her hair.

Then I dragged her across the living room, she stammered to keep up, completely unsure where I was taking her. But I knew perfectly well I was going to take her to the edges of what she could endure, and then, just a bit beyond.

*

I drove her down to her knees on the carpet, then dragged her body up to and over an ottoman. An ottoman with handcuffs attached to the legs. I mounted her back, a knee on each side of her, my weight pinning her to the cushion top. I took her left hand and pushed it down and forward and then found the cuff on the floor I knew I had left there. I cuffed her. I heard strange squeals escape her. But of course nothing she would say would stop me. Pretty soon the other hand was also captive. And most important, she was captive and prone. Her ass and pussy in easy reach for whatever I’d want.

I pulled the panties from my pocket before I dismounted her. I pulled her hair making her arch her head back. I rubbed the panties over her mouth and told her to open. She protested a bit and I pulled her hair firmly by the root and told her I was not fucking around. She asked for pain, she was about to get it.

“Now open your fucking mouth bitch, or I’m sending you away.”

She complied, and the panties were her gag. I was thankful she complied, that was the signal that this was wanted. And she’d be thankful panty gag later when I’d really bring the pain.

*

I climbed off her. I took off my belt… but only my belt. And I told her why. I saw her ass shiver in the dark and I heard what sounded like pleading and whimpering escaping her mouth around the panties. She couldn’t remove them, and she wouldn’t be able to remove herself from the path of the belt.

I slapped it against my hand a few times, just hard enough she could hear it, and I saw her ass moving faster. Her nerves were tangible. I could almost taste them. And God I loved breathing them in. I could smell her pussy, it anticipated the pain, her pleasure anticipated the pain.

I brought the leather down across her ass cheeks, as hard as I could right from the start. And she whelped, she screamed into the material in her mouth. And my cock almost burst through my pants.

“You asked for pain, this is only, the fucking, beginning…”

And I let it crash down again, “Two” I called out.

“Three” I screamed as I swear I heard her tears leaving her eyes.

I counted cause she could not.

*

I paused at “Nine” and I could see her body heaving. I could hear her sobs around the gag, her whole body was lurching. I saw it brace, then relax, then brace.

“I can smell your fucking pleasure, your dirty cunt gives away how much you fucking love this. Do you want more??? Do you want more???”

She yelled something into the gag, maybe stop, but I knew that wasn’t her actual signal.

This time I aimed the very edge of the belt for the space between her asscheeks, I could barely see it for the dark and it didn’t matter, I just wanted her to know penetration would be soon. That number “ten” left her shaking.

I dropped the belt on her back. I swear she tried to jump and take the ottoman with her when it made contact. I don’t know what she expected but it was almost funny to see her whole body rise and fail.

*

I worked open my pants and dropped them to the floor. I didn’t wear boxers. I wanted as little between me and her as possible. And now there was nothing.

I jerked myself for a moment.

And I told her I was. I told her how hot it was to see her broken little ass wiggling before me. To hear her screams. I wanted to taste her tears – no, I wanted her taste them…

I walked around to the front of her. I put my hands in her hair and pulled her head up and back once more, I held it there by the hair. I took my cock in my hand. I rubbed the head, the tip, on her cheeks, just below her eyes and I felt the puddles of tears, and I lubed myself with her pain.

“Taste your fucking defeat you bitch.”

And I circled the head of my cock against her little lips, I pressed it against the panties, but I dragged my opening around her little fleshy lips and let her taste some of my precum in addition.

I was tempted to fuck her mouth. Maybe later.

*

I slapped her across the face with my cock. It was just insult, but I fucking loved delivering it.

Then I went back to behind her, and traced the tip over her ass cheeks, and they were raw, I could feel it, and I felt her discomfort. I wondered if it burned or throbbed or what the feeling was. I had to know. I held my cock on her asshole – I threatened to penetrate her with only her tears as lube. First I threatened by pushing the head against her pucker, but then by questioning if it that would be enough pain for her? If she could cum from that? If it was what she intended when she asked me to hurt here in the restaurant?

But then I acted. I once more pulled her hair back with one hand, pulling her head back. It was like tonight’s special move and I did fully intent to use it again at the end before filling her throat. But this wasn’t he end. I pulled her head back. I pressed my hips a bit forward pressing my cock tip – no, trapping my cock tip – just on her ass pucker, and then released the hand that had held my cock there, and brought it around her mouth and pulled the panties from it.

She gasped for air.

“Tell me you want it in your ass you bitch… fucking tell me.”

She just sobbed. She sounded so wounded so pathetic.

I now had both my hands to use again. And I used them. I grabbed my cock as I had before and I used the tip to circle her anus, to pull it wider, to stretch her before I even tried to stretch her.

And with my other hand, I rubbed the spit and tear soaked panties over her blistered and beaten ass cheeks. And she squirmed, god she squirmed.

*

“Is this enough pain for you?”

She didn’t answer. So I knew what I had to do.

I dropped the panties. I grabbed both her hips. And I thrust myself full into her asshole. As deep and as hard as I could all at once.

And Dod she screamed and cried.

And Dod it made me want to break her in half.

Her hands fought against the steel of the handcuffs.

I fucked her with all the lust I had.

*

I pushed all my weight down onto her, pinning her against the cushion she was contorted over. I pounded her asshole and I felt her squirming below me. And then I knew what was happening all at once.

All that time, she hadn’t been squirming her ass in discomfort, or fear. Not entirely anyhow. I recognized it… the dirty slut had been grinding her clit against the edge of the ottoman. She had been dry humping the fucking thing as the pain on her ass amplified her pleasure centers. And now the pain in her ass was doing that ever the more.

She had been crying but I heard the moans mixed in now.

I laughed.

I stopped dead in her ass. I just stayed there.

She caught her breath.

I caught my breath.

Then, I felt her shimmy below me and it confirmed everything.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?”

She stopped moving herself.

And I had her. I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

“You… fucking… love the… pain? Don’t you bitch?”

She didn’t utter a word. But I had her.

I pulled my cock from her, till just the head was still inside her. And I refused to bare down.

“Fucking beg me to split open your asshole you cunt… or I’m going to take it away, send you away.”

*

She didn’t beg. I continued to pull it out. Then I finally heard her final defeat. A single word escaped her, “Please.”

It was so faint, but it was there. But I needed to hear her – really hear her. I continued the removal.

She *yelled* with whatever energy was left in her, and her voice was horse but oh so raspy and sexy, “Please… no.”

And I had her.

*

I saw the faint image of belt I had beaten her ass with beside her on the ottoman. I think the slight ray of light reflecting off of it drew my attention. I was thankful to the moon for that one.

I picked up the belt, I held a side in each hand and I brought it up and over her head, I brought it down to her mouth and said, “Bite.”

She did.

And then I pulled back on each side, arching her up, pulling her back. And just as her head reached the greatest tilt possible, just as her back arched to its maximum and her wrists strained against the cuffs. Just as I knew I could pull no harder without breaking her, I slammed back into her ass and threw all my weight into her instead.

I rode her. The leather in her mouth was almost a hardness. I pulled it, pulled her back. I slammed into her. I felt her quiver and grind her hips in an effort to ‘rub’ herself off. She bit down on the belt and I felt her clench her ass around my cock, increasing the sensation of the penetration. And her participation made my balls tighten.

I thrust forward and really did try to destroy her sexy. I grunted and I pumped all my cum into her tight depths. And I pounded harder and deeper with every rope I shot, every spurt was at the end of a thrust into her tight dirty ass. Every thrust made my body pour all the violent lust I held for her from the tip of my cock.

Finally I was empty. I stopped. I slumped over her.

And she whispered, “Thank you.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jf3ov4/she_said_she_wanted_me_to_hurt_her_mf_handcuffed