Brat & Tamer 4
Brat & Tamer 4 [M/F] [orgasm control] [temperature play] [oral] from eroticliterature
She woke up in panic! Her hair was drenched with sweat, her body glistening with perspiration and quivering with muscle spasms. Her breathing was a bit ragged. She couldn’t see, had she gone blind?!?! No… whew, no… she was blindfolded. She reached up to remove the fabric from her eyes and realized she couldn’t move! She panicked again, her breathing becoming more ragged and short as anxiety was setting in… where was she?!… what was happening?! She jumped! As she felt a hand touch her skin… her bare naked skin… what was going on?!?!?!
Her mind was racing and trying to remember where she was and what was happening. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of immense pleasure mixed with pain and her body being overwhelmed with sensations and then she remembers hearing a woman scream in a loud high pitch primal heat scream and then the lights went out! …blackness engulfing her as she faded away… as she felt her mind swirling and tumbling into a darkness and then nothing… until she woke up!
Where was she?
Who was here with her?
Who was touching her?
Why the fuck could she NOT MOVE?!?!
“Shhhhhh…” he cooed in her ear. And all the worry and anxiety melted away in that one single shushing… he was here… Sir was here.
She felt the tension drain from her sweaty sore muscles. As she relaxed she felt the cuffs holding her in place. She was bound! When? Why? Her mind started to panic again! “Shhhhh… sweetheart. It’s alright. I’m right here. You are safe. I’ve got you… shhhh” he whispered in her ear as he stroked her skin up and down her side. She could feel the coolness of his hands.
He always had cold hands. Either that or her skin was always on fire when he touched her making his hands seem colder than they were. Whatever… he had cold hands, she determined. She loved that he warmed his hands on her skin. Damn she loved the way he touched her. Goosebumps prickled her skin wherever he touched her and that warm rush pooled between her legs.
She relaxed under his touch and his soothing words. She loved the sound of his voice. Especially when he was turned on and his voice got just a bit deeper and sensual in its tone. And then to whisper in her ear where she could feel his hot breath waft over her ear lobe tickling her inner ear and making her squirm just a bit with a need to be kissed. How could he be that close to her, bare ass naked as she laid splayed open with his lips so close and not kiss her? Not reach out with his tongue for a taste of her? She squirmed and pulled at the cuffs and bindings trying to touch him more… more… ugh! She wanted more than the breath of his mouth dancing along her ear and neck… more than the one or two fingertips lightly stroking her skin up and down her side…. was it stroking or stoking? Like, if his touch was creating a fire in her loins that emanated through the fibers of her body to where his barely there touch was electrifying her skin… wouldn’t that really be like stoking a fire rather than stroking her side?
Her mind was spiraling and losing focus as her body was in overdrive with need. She could feel her pussy spasming and soaking her… feeling her juices trickle down her inner thigh and down her ass crack onto the sheets. She could tell the sheets were soaked by the pool of her pleasure underneath her. However, it was a bit cool and a larger wet spot than she thought possible for just her short time she had been trickling… in fact it was almost as much as she would equate to her squirting, but she hadn’t done that… had she? How long had she been like this? How long had she been out?
Did he do anything to her when she was unconscious? She loved his games, but what the fuck?! This was NOT ok! Um, well maybe it would be a little ok… right? She’s given him complete permission to do with her body as he pleased for as long as he desired… but did that mean he really wanted to do things to her while she was passed out unconscious?!?!? That seems a bit wired and… “Shhhh… sweetheart, don’t think so hard…. Shhhh… you are safe. I am here. I am taking care of you” he spoke with the most care she had ever heard in his voice as she felt his hand cup her face. She nuzzled into it. It was all the movement she could manage in her present state. This level of tenderness from him was uncharacteristic and she almost questioned if it really was him, except his voice rang true in her ears. She knew it was him and she knew his touch, she could not mistake his soft firm hands. The irony in that statement makes her smile, her pussy twitch, and her ass tighten. She knows all too well the firmness his hands are capable of resulting in a reddened ass that is sore for various lengths of time depending on the amount of punishment she had earned. Her pussy spasms just thinking about his fingers swimming inside of her and the way his hands posses her pussy… shit! Correction…. HIS pussy! She hoped she didn’t say that out loud for him to hear. She’d pay a price for forgetting that.
Seeing the worried questions wrinkle her brow he continued…”You passed out. We were… or maybe I should say I was having the most joyous time playing with you and seeing you writhe in pleasure and pain. Your moans told me you wanted more, and so I pushed and you kept moaning and cumming and cumming and cumming… you were amazing and beautiful sweetheart. To see the pleasure explode in your body and you accepting it, then craving it, then fighting it, and then… (he smiled broadly)… I guess it was too much and you passed out. I stopped everything and have been patiently waiting for you to come back to me,” he said with the hugest smile and care in his voice. He loved her and wanted to show her how much he loved by giving her as much and even more pleasure than she could handle. He loved how she gave herself over to him completely. Trusting him to keep her safe and satisfy her desires through the pain leading to pleasure. He wants to honor that trust always. He was a little nervous he had pushed her too far this time.
She loved his possession of her and her body. She willingly and lovingly gives all of herself to him “to have and to hold from this day forward” were the vows she spoke publicly on that wonderfully blessed day of their wedding. But the vows she spoke privately were “to be completely his to do with as he pleased for as long as he desired,” and today she was fulfilling those words in every sense and meaning. She still wasn’t sure what exactly all had happened, because her mind was in a hazy fog over as her body was being ravished over and over by his desire… his sweet and twisted candy cane desires. “SSSSSSSS….mmmmm,” was all she could manage to speak when she felt his hand touch her clit…. she was so wet…. sooo needy…. and sooo fucking sore. She could tell her pussy was swollen with need and bruised from abuse and her love button was tingling with tenderness as just his slightest touch. Not that it’s completely a new sensation, he abuses his pussy every delicious moment he can, and keeps her on edge almost all the time. How he is able to do that to her body is beyond her, she has never felt that connected or horny with anyone before, but she loves every bit of him for it.
She gets that nervous anxious horny needy goofy grin on her face that she cannot stop if she tried when he reaches down between her legs to touch his pussy. (“Good girl” she hears him say in her mind for remembering and she smiles that goofy happy grin only he gives her) It’s the nervous smile she gets when he plays with her breasts and touches her nipples. They instantly bolt out for his attention, like an eager child raising his hand wanting to be called on. But there is this mix of desire and dread for him to actually touch her nipples after that fateful day when he made her sore for a week! A week! She never knew her nipples could endure such pleasure and pain at the same time. And the lingering pain was a devilish reminder of his twisted desire for her. She couldn’t even let the sheets on her bed brush across her nipples without jolting her awake with her nipples screaming at her. Every moment in her bra was a stinging reminder of the secret time spent together. She loved and hated it all at the same time. So now, every time he touches her breasts she gets nervous and fearful of what his soft firm hands may do… pleasure or pain… or both :)
Yeah, she was a bit twisted also. But, damn, did he know how to play her body like a maestro plays a piano. “Ooooohhhh….” her throat letting out a low guttural moan of desire as she felt his tweaking of her clit and sliding two fingers deeply inside of her in one slow smooth motion. “Mmmmm… someone feels like their ready to play some more,” he hummed with his own goofy grin she could clearly hear. She bit her lower lip and nodded her head in agreement and wanting to keep the passionate heat of the moment alive.
She felt her pussy clench around his fingers with a needy hunger desperate for him, and the ache between her legs reminding her she has had him… and he must have pounded the fuck out of her if she was that sore deep inside. Her pussy spasmed around his thrusting finger… “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” She breathes out as she clawed at her restraints holding her in place as his fingers went from 0-100 thrusting in and out of her and then she felt his fingers swimming… “OOOOOHHHHH FUUUCCKK!” she moaned as his finger “come here” motions alternated tapping and rubbing against her g-spot and she felt her pussy soaking his hand instantly. She had no idea she would spike this quickly, she felt her body was too worn out and that it would warm back up slowly. Damn! He knew how to strike a match inside of her to ignite a flame of passion in an instant. Her breathing was becoming ragged as the pleasure was building up inside of her, and she could feel herself creaming his hand getting closer to the exploding dam of a warm rush of pleasure between her legs… “……….” her mouth opened but no sound escaped….
“AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!” She screamed at the top of her voice in a high pitched primal scream as the pain of her nipple erupted in her chest. The blood rushing to her swollen nipple being set free from the clamp was such a sensation of pain and pleasure she has not felt before! Her abused pussy was being masterfully assaulted and building with pleasure and then he reached up to pull the clamp off her nipple without releasing its grip from her nip and its was like the time he pulled her nipple up off her body pinching hard and pulling until it snapped back, except this little fucker of a nipple clamp had some teeth or what the hell felt like teeth to it and it felt like her nipple was ripped right off!!!! AAANNDDD… Sir decided that would be the perfect moment to press his thumb right on her swollen tender abused molested and exposed clit…. “SHHHHHIIIIIITTT!!! I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum” she breathed over and over and over…. she was on the verge of cumming… she was right there.. her body was trembling to hold out and not disobey Sir’s number one rule… DO NOT cum ever without permission! That is an automatic 10 spanks. “Siiiiiirrr….. uuuugghhh… ple… pllleeeasse sir… please let me cum… oh shit oh shit… I’m gonna cum!” She begged, she pleaded. He didn’t even have to ask her to do so. “Do NOT FUUUUCCKIING cum!” He seethed in her ear. “Uuuugh…. pplease… pleeeaaaseee…. ooooOOOHHH SHIT! Sir please, please….uuugghh,” she pleaded as he assaulted her pussy and her free nipple. She was holding her breath trying to hold everything in and obey his words. She loved and wanted to please him even if what he commanded seemed impossible. “NOOOOO!…. uuuuggghhhh!” She cried out as he pulled away… pulled everything away… fingers out and nipple released. She could tell he was close, still sitting or kneeling beside her. She could smell him and wanted to touch him… damn how she wanted to feel him in her hands. It was a craving building inside of her she could do nothing about… she was bound.
Her breathing was slowing and stabilizing. Her heart beat was steadying. She could feel the sweat trickling down to the underside of her in various places of her body. She imagined her hair was a sweaty mess. Her pussy was still producing cream trickling out between her legs and longing to be filled. She had never known torment could be so sweet… well, more like a candy cane… sweet and twisted :)
“Mmmmm….oooohhhh,” she moaned as she felt the warmth of his mouth engulf her very sensitive nipple. But it was the only contact she had with his body. Just his mouth attached to her tit. She tried to arch toward him to get more contact with him in some way… any way she could get more of him. “OUUUUCH!” She screamed as her body jerked in recoil when he spanked her pussy! With her legs being bound, she was laying fully open in a spread eagle X position, so spanking her pussy on her very exposed, swollen, and protruding clit hurt like hell! AND… she felt ashamed to admit, also felt amazing sending tingles all the way through his pussy.
She never thought she’d be this kinda girl who would like being dominated by a man. She was always the one in control. Most of her relationships growing up, she was the one giving orders or “suggestions” as she liked to call them and the sweet pleasing men in her life at various times would give her and do for her as suggested to please. But, THIS… this dynamic, as Sir liked to call it, was completely the opposite. HE gives the orders and she has a choice to obey or disobey. Good girls get rewards and bad girls get consequences. She is reminded of this often in their reciting of “The Rules.” But, oh how she LOVES this man who leads her well to the point that she doesn’t even see it as orders any longer, just simply the way they operate… he leads and she follows. It’s how they describe it to others when asked about their relationship and how it works. She has the freedom to speak her mind and be her own person complimentary to him. She smiles and laughs more with him, and he never desires to surpress who she is, he only seeks to tweak how they communicate so that it is always clear. But, she knows (as she has learned) she always has the ability to say whatever she wants with whatever tone she chooses so long as she is also willing to accept any reward or punishment that may accompany such words and tone. Timing and appropriateness matters just as much as her choice of words and tone. She has learned this well, and they communicate on another level than any other relationship she has had. So open and honest, that is sometimes scared her just how honest he is and how much he wants for her to do the same. She cannot remember a conversation that has ever been off limits to him and she has found peace in knowing him and being known by him is such a deep and intimate way.
So, being completely open physically feels natural to accompany the openness they share in words, thoughts, and emotions. “SSSSSSS….” she sucked in through her teeth as she felt him playing with her clit and finding that sensitive nub under the hood. “Ow ow ow ooooowwweeee!” She cried as he got enough of it to roll it between his thumb and finger like her nipples. Her pussy was spasming in overdrive with every roll of his thumb and finger, and her body was jerking involuntarily trying to get away from his hand because her clit was so sensitive. Normally she just holds onto his arm when he plays this rough with her. But that’s not an option right now. So she claws at the bands attached to her cuffs to hold onto to as her body keeps jerking in pain and pleasure… so twisted.
Her eyes shot open, even though their still blindfolded, and her mouth opens with a sharp inhale in a silent gasp when she feels the nipple clamp grab a hold of her clit!!!!! “AAAARRRGGHHHHH!!!” She exhales in shocking pain she has never experienced before. “Please…babe… please… nooo… I can’t…. please babe take it off…. mmmmpphh,” her mumbling incoherent protests were muffled by his lips covering hers in a deep possessive kiss that helped take her breath away (Top Gun). She was surrendering to him, to his desires, and his control the longer they kissed. The longer they kissed the initial shock and pain of the clamp on her clit was subsiding and settling into a strong ache and uncomfortableness she had never experienced before. She felt EVERYTHING… she could even feel her heartbeat in her clit. She wasn’t sure about this, but she was trusting him… following him as he led.
When he broke the kiss, she inhaled like she has been drowning in his kiss and the sensations of what he was doing to her body. His pussy was on edge and on the verge of cumming just from all the different stimulations it was enduring. She felt his body shift on the bed. She couldn’t see him. Only hear, feel, and smell him. She loved his scent… especially when they were having sex. The smell of musky sex mixed with their pheromones was an intoxicating aroma that perpetuated the level of arousal for both of them. She had no doubt, without even looking or touching, that he was rock hard to point of needing release… or at least some attention. She loved his cock. He loved how much she loved his cock and how she showed her love with reckless abandon when given permission. Damn! Just thinking about it was causing his pussy to spasm with need, which was causing that damn pussy clamp to agitate her clit which was causing more sensations to trigger more juices to flow… it was a vicious cycle he had put her in and she was squirming to adjust and try to settle, but that too was causing movement to that damn clamp and his pussy was triggered call over again… shit! She felt on edge… she was loosing focus. All she could think abut was her growing need to cum. She was beyond desire at this point she NEEDED to cum… but his twisted little game was leaving just on edge and not quite enough to actually push her over the edge to blissful orgasm… ugh!
She felt him… well, actually she felt the bed shifting and assumed it was him positioning himself between her open legs… mmmmm she wanted him so desperately right now. She felt the bed depress both sides of her… then her nostrils filled with the scent of him… Sir was hovering right above her. She got goosebumps all over her body because every fiber of her body was straining to touch him, to feel him, to connect with him. How he could be this close to her bare ass naked body stretched out for him… for his pleasure and he not touch her?! The anticipation of his touch was causing her to squirm more. Every movement was felt in her clamped clit so that she was basically tormenting herself. Damn his twisted games!
He smiled down at her. Seeing her strain to make contact with his body then seeing the torment she was experiencing causing her to decide whether to recoil from the pain or push through to search him out… such a twisted game he is playing with her. She really should be rewarded for all her efforts. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned as she felt his warm wet mouth engulf her exposed neck… damn she loved neck kisses, and the way his tongue danced along her neck gave her chills down her spine. “I love the way you taste, Sweetheart,” he purred into her ear before he sucked it into his mouth. “Aaahh….oooooo” she cooed in response. He could hear the smile in her voice followed be the gasp from the pain felt by her clit. Her body was breaking out in tiny beads of perspiration from the physical battle waging in her loins searching for pleasure despite the pain.
“FUUUUUUCK!!!!!” she breathed as she felt his cock slide along her soaking wet pussy bumping her clit clamp. His cock felt sooo deliciously good, but that clamp has got to go! “Shit!” She cried as he began slowly rubbing his cock up and down the slit of her pussy. He knew she was feeling good if she was using her potty mouth. Picking up his pace a little she began to moaning and crying out in pain with every rub of his cock against her pussy and then bumping that fucking clamp. She was loosing focus on him and solely focusing on the pleasure as she felt her kegels squeezing involuntarily and the cream her flowing from her pussy. She was getting close.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her breast. “Ow…sssssss” she hissed and moaned at the same time from the pleasure and pain, cause he grabbed the breast that still had a nipple clamp attached to it. While his mouth devoured the free nipple and his cock continued sliding up and down her pussy lips. Too much…. too much sensations at once. Her body was being overstimulated and she was soaking the bed with her juices. She was loving the freedom on not having to make any decisions or actually have to do anything at all as he was commanding her body, using it for his pleasure and she was reaping all the benefits while struggling through the pain. She never thought she’d ever be this kinda girl, but she was fucking loving it… or she was loving the fucking she getting… either way she was his and he was making the pretty damn clear who she belonged to.
He smiled down at her seeing all these thoughts and emotions along with the mix of pleasure and pain wrinkle across her forehead. She was so damn beautiful, he caught himself just staring at her for a moment. He was overwhelmed with the love and desire for her mixed with the feeling of unworthiness for all she was giving him. He decided now was the moment to let loose…
“AAAARRRGHHHH….mmmmm” her cry of pain was swallowed by his mouth covering hers as he released the nipple clamp she instantly felt the blood rushing to her abused nipple and the pain that flooded her breast at the moment. “MMMMMMM….OOOOOHHH FFUUUUUCK!” They both called out as she felt his cock slide inside of her tight, very tight wet soaking pussy. Her kegels were working in overdrive squeezing the shit out of his cock as he entered her. She did not want to let him out now that he had finally filled her. She loved the fullness that came with him being inside of her. She loved his girth and size and the perfect way they fit together, like they were made for each other.
“Oooohhhh ssshhiiiiiiitt,” she moaned as he began to fuck her slowly. Pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding all the way back in sheathing his sword to the hilt bumping the damn clamp on her clit. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.” she called out with each thrust he made as he began to pick up the pace. Her mind was rapid firing with the overload of sensations… pleasure of his cock moving inside of her, the dull ache in both her breasts from those clamps and the pleasure of his touch and nibbles on her nipples, her arms and legs feeling stained and tired from being strapped down and open, her eyes closed from the blindfold causing her body to heighten its sense of touch with every nerve firing. Her body was covered in sweat from the prolonged torment and ravishing of her body.
All she could do was ride out the waves of pleasure mixed with the pain, and that fucking clamp on her clit that was becoming a dull ache until he began fucking her that brought a rude awakening and a lightening bolt of pain on her clit with every thrust… her head was thrashing from side to side trying to distract her from the assault she was enduring…. “ooooOOOOOWWWW….. AAAAARRRRGGHH…..AAAAAAAAA….SSSSSS….. FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK BAAAABE!” she SCREAMED out when he removed the clit clamp and the blood rush to her clit was so powerful that she thought it was bursting open with blood flowing from her clit, and he started to bang the shit our of her and she just grabbed ahold to the tethers attached to her cuffs. Her head was thrashing her body convulsing as she began to try and buck her hips to match his thrusts. She was racing home and she needed this final release. She had been such a good girl, and….
“Cum Now!” She heard him order as he ripped off the blindfold. Her mouth gaped open as light flooded her eyes and she could see a fuzzy image hovering above her. “AAAAIIIIEEEE…. oh fuck, oh fuck…. I’M CUUUUMMING!!!!” She called out as her pussy was spasming and milking his cock for all it was worth and she felt him shoot his load deep inside of her. Which kept her orgasm rolling along. She loved the way it feels to be filled with his cum! The way it makes her his woman. The way she feels closer to him, and that she belongs to him and he belongs to her when she is filled with his seed. She loved the the oneness she felt in this moment… and as he just slowed his pace and settled his hard empty cock inside of her, her breathing too was steadying.
She had involuntarily closed her eyes when she came. But as they settled, she felt the weight of him on top of her. She loved the way he felt on her, his possession of her feeling complete with the weight of him holding her down. She felt him reach up and release her cuffs from the tethers. Her arms recoiled as she drew them in for the first time in a while. She still had the cuffs on her wrists, but she was free to move her arms. She felt him reach down and release her legs the same way. She was instantly wrapped her aching arms and legs around him holding him inside of her. She reveled in this moment… the afterglow.
She loved her cuffs. Keeping them on reminded her of their positions or their roles. He loves and leads. She loves and obeys. She is HIS submissive. She was never this way with any man before him and she was loving this new way of living and loving. She was so free to be herself, unlike she had ever been before. She loved him. He loved her. She locked her legs around his and her arms around his neck. “Hi there,” she whispered with a smile. “Hello little one,” he whispered back with a smile that made her butterflies in her stomach. How he is able to do that to her, create such a sweet tender giddy feeling after everything else he has just done to her, she doesn’t know, but she loves it. He kisses her tenderly and sensually letting his tongue dance with hers… damn she never thought “someday” would be like this.
After kissing for a few moments. He reached down to pull the covers up over them. And settle into to a well deserved sleep nestled together. He spoons her with his cock covered in their love juices settling between her ass cheeks and she in her cuffs, she smiles as he kisses the back of her neck and whispers “I love you,” into her ear. As they fade off to sleep, satisfied in one another.
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