[CNC] [Impact Play] [Ruined Orgasm] [Overstimulation] [Edging] [M4f] [Sadomasochism] [Anal] [Marking]
Good girls do as they’re told…
She’s such a pretty little thing, all done up like that. Her makeup is meticulously applied, and the black ribbon woven through her elegant braid is the perfect accent to her long, red hair. And especially when she wears that little white button-down, she looks so perfectly…
Corruptible…
She’s wearing that special skirt, too. And her fishnets. Her heels lay on the floor next to the couch, clearly taken off so she can safely balance on the cushions. Everything is too perfect. She’s almost like a flower. Sweet, beautiful… Even just seeing her is enough to fill you with a little joy and wonder that the world could create something so lovely.
And you want to tear that innocent flower to pieces. Leave her wrecked and ruined on the floor. And how breathtaking she would be, all disheveled. Her makeup smudged. Her braid a mess and her clothes ripped to shreds on her perfect body…
She’s too irresistible for you to wait another second.
You stalk over to where your sweet pet is diligently straightening her cute chachkas on the shelf over the couch. She still hasn’t noticed you, too absorbed in the music serenading her through her earbuds. You won’t be ignored for long.
You grab her hips, and she gasps, dropping the little ceramic dog in her hand when you toss her down onto the lounge. A little squeak escapes those ruby-red lips at the impact, and you can tell that the breath has been knocked out of her. You reach out and grab hold of her hair at the base of her head, and pull your toy up off the couch. She’s still trying to regain her breath as she trips over her own feet. With her staring agape into your eyes, terrified and excited, time stands still for a moment. You can’t resist her, and pull her in by her hair to lay a rough kiss on her. Her body, her lips, the way she freezes in shock… It’s all too perfect. But before she can kiss you back, you regain your senses. You have something more pressing to attend to.
You pull back. A small tug on her hair is all it takes to send the poor little thing stumbling across the room and onto that cute ass of hers. She squeaks again, and you take a quick moment to be sure she doesn’t show any signs of genuine pain.
None.
Long strides quickly carry you to your prey. She’s such a good sport, the poor thing. How far can you push her, you wonder… Well. You’ll know soon enough.
“Pet.”
She whimpers, looking up at you with wide eyes as you address her.
“Hands and knees, darling.”
She pauses for a moment, still dumb from shock at the sudden interruption to her routine.
How cute her confusion looks on her face.
Lacking the patience to wait any longer for her obedience, you grab her hair again and twist, forcing her body to turn. You shove her face into the carpet. You can’t wait. Not even the sight of her too-short skirt gives you pause.
That skirt that you bought for her. The one you commanded that she wear when she does chores. The one that rides too high up on her thighs, and leaves a tantalizing view of her panties when she bends over, and the one that she only wears for you.
Your fingers curl through the holes of her fishnets and rip. There are no panties to get in your way. Just like a good girl.
Your zipper comes down, and you reach into your pocket to pull out the lube you took with you in preparation for this. This moment isn’t about her. Every bit of it is about you and your pleasure. Her needs will come later.
You spread the lube over your throbbing cock with your free hand, the other still holding her firmly to the floor. She starts to whimper and squirm nervously.
“M-Master…”
A quick slap to her ass causes her to cry out, but quickly shuts her up.
“No words, pet.”
You position your cock at her ass and shove inside, paying little attention to the little way her entire body tenses. The way she immediately begins to shake, and involuntarily spreads her legs further for you.
“Good girl.”
You pause, your cock buried fully in your sweet little slave’s ass. She whimpers and squirms, but doesn’t utter a word. Good.
You don’t take another moment. You quickly begin to pound in and out of this sweet little toy beneath you. She cries out, pleasured and scared by the way you unceremoniously slam in and out of her.
You slap her ass hard, instantly leaving a mark on her.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”
She screams at the strike, and you reward her disobedience by grabbing her skirt and using it as leverage to fuck her harder.
“I said…”
Another strike.
“Shut.”
Another.
“The fuck.”
Another.
“Up.”
You smack her poor, beet-red ass one last time before dropping onto your hands over her. She chokes on pained cries, little squeaks and gasps escaping despite her best efforts. You suppose it’s good enough.
Continuing to fuck her hard, one hand grips the V where the first button on her shirt is done. You use it to pull her closer for a moment, but the buttons quickly give under the strain. Her shirt tears open, allowing her braless breasts to bounce freely with every thrust. You grasp one of her tits firmly in your hand and squeeze her hard enough to hurt her. She breaks her silence and screams, loving every bit of the agony. That didn’t last terribly long… How fun she was to break.
Her body is too sweet to keep yourself from tasting, and you sink your teeth into her shoulder. At the same moment, your fingers find her nipple. You pinch hard and twist. Her pained cries crescendo deliciously, and echo maddeningly in your ears. Every thrust drives the next to be harder and harsher. All thoughts are driven from your mind aside from the need to have her. The need to claim and consume. In this moment, every inch of her body belongs to you. Her pleasure and her pain, all yours to delight in, and yours alone.
You feel her muscles beginning to tense.
“Don’t you fucking dare cum, you whore.”
You release her nipple to smack her ass again.
“You’ll fucking wait until given permission, you needy fucking slut. Are we understood?”
You hit her again, and your answer is clear.
She screams and shakes violently, convulsing around your cock, cumming without you having touched her pussy once. Damn anal whore… Well. Nothing you can do now but punish her. You pull out of her ass, much to her dismay, and flip her onto her back.
“Disobedient cunt.”
Hooking your arms under her knees, you pull her ass into the air and lower your lips to her pussy. You set your tongue to work, and she’s quickly crying out in pain from the overstimulation.
Too fucking cute.
You lick and suck at her relentlessly, consuming and torturing her insatiably. She begins to beg. She won’t specify what she wants, and you can tell that she’s torn between begging you to stop, or begging you to grant her an agonizing orgasm.
You feel her muscles begin to tighten, and just as you begin to feel her orgasm, you pull away. She screams and convulses, almost sobbing from her ruined orgasm. It’s only moments after she starts to relax that you begin to devour her again. Her hips buck and she rides your tongue, desperate for relief.
You tease her clit in little circles with your tongue and slip your fingers inside her, fucking her torturously slowly. You can tell she wants it fast and hard, but you refuse to reward her bad behavior. She tries to grind on you and force more stimulation, but you just hold her tighter. She’ll have little finger-shaped bruises on her hips tomorrow… But they won’t be the only marks you’ve left on her this week. You know damn well she’ll do nothing but fawn over them until they fade, and she’ll be begging for more the moment they do.
Despite your slow, soft movements, it’s not long before you feel her start to get close again. Before her pleading reaches new volumes, and is riddled with pathetic sobs that ring through your ears like a siren song.
You fight with yourself. How delicious her orgasms taste… How you adore hearing her scream, feeling her shake… It would be so easy to throw her over the edge in this moment… And it would cost you nothing. Her being worn out, exhausted, and shaking doesn’t mean that you’re done with her. That’s not how this dynamic works. She knows that. She loves it.
But even still, you pull away at the last minute, leaving her hanging, clinging to the edge. She cries out with frustration and squirms, writhing in your arms in her desperate attempt to hold on, to not ruin another orgasm.
You spring up over her, wrapping one hand around her throat, and quickly shove inside her poor, needy pussy. You groan at the way her wet hole stretches to accommodate you. You pound into her, over and over and over, hard and fast. With every thrust you bombard her g-spot. Her edge quickly returns before the pleasure shatters inside her. She screams, writhing, her heels slipping on the carpet as she rides the wave of her orgasm.
You only squeeze tighter on her neck, cutting off her scream as you relish the feeling of her pussy clenching rhythmically on your cock. You’re getting close yourself, and her flushing, convulsing, screaming, desperate need for you is only driving you wilder. She clutches at your wrist, her air running out as you overstimulate her again, not giving her a moment’s rest after her orgasm. She doesn’t tap, so you just keep squeezing.
You grunt and miss a beat as your body starts to tense and you feel the pleasure start to crawl up your spine. Her eyes spark with excitement, even as she taps you twice.
You oblige her, and she gasps for air when you release her throat. You drop to your elbows over her, moaning as you continue to pound wildly into her. Again, she starts to beg. No longer for more or less pain, or for an orgasm, or for teasing. Now she begs you to fill her up. To claim her with your passion. And you can’t help but oblige. You start to shake and twitch, your body seizing up as you pump rope after rope of cum deep inside her pussy.
Your slut.
Your fuckdoll.
Your property.
Your love.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close as you both shake, your sweat mixing between you and dripping to the floor. Pulling away only just enough to look at her face, it’s drenched in tears. Her beautiful, perfect makeup that she put on just for you is entirely ruined. She beams up at you from behind watery eyes.
“I love you…”
You drop down to claim her lips with yours. You hold her even closer, your precious pet. Your love and your world.
You whisper back;
“I love you, too…”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tpm4bn/domestic_cnc
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