Interrogated With Pleasure And Pain
In the dark BDSM romance Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone, our reluctant submissive heroine has been kidnapped for her own good, more or less, and is being somewhat harshly “encouraged” to tell her captor some information he needs to arrange for her protection, whether she wants it or not. At the start of the scene she’s in the midst of a humiliating punishment (for an escape attempt) that’s about to turn painful:
“Time to rinse off.” He released her and grabbed the bucket, tipping it over her head. She danced and screamed as the water poured over her body. There had been some suds in the bucket, but she was mostly rinsed off. Good enough for the next portion of the morning events. “Be right back. Stay here.” He winked and headed to the small shed a few yards away from the house.
Kara leaned her head against her arm, gulping in air. Shivers ran through her body as the light breeze chilled her even more than the water had. Her hair clung to her face, and her nipples hardened to the point of pain.
He’d kissed her. His tongue had been in her mouth, dancing with hers; worse yet, she’d liked it. A simple body response, she told herself. He’d been fondling her just moments before, whispering into her ear. It was natural for her body to react to him.
It was obvious the man had experience. His fingers played her clit too easily, his kiss stole her breath too quickly. She needed to get a grip and fast. Just because someone played with her breasts, stroked her clit, and kissed her with pure possession, didn’t give her a reason to start acting like some whore.
He was her kidnapper. He’d stolen her from her apartment, her life. He’d forced her to pee in a bucket, for crying out loud. No. She would not react to anything else he did. She would remain stoic. Completely unattached to whatever he threw her way.
Confidence is a finicky thing. Easily pushed away when one sees a man stalking toward you with what looked like a razor strap. She’d seen a few of those in her internet travels, and never did she see anyone say how pleasant they were. No. It was a punishment implement. Not used for play, at least not light play.
The cold was no longer the only reason her flesh trembled.
“Devin.” She twisted to look at him, aiming her ass away. “Please. I’m sorry. I said I was sorry.”
“We already had that conversation,” he sighed, tapping the strap against his thigh. Little water marks were splattered across the light denim from the shower he’d given her. “What did I say?”
She yanked at her bonds over her head; they wouldn’t give. He’d been too masterful in his knot tying, the leather too strong; running from him wasn’t really an option.
“You said actions have consequences.” Even to her own ears she sounded pitiful. He was going use that damn thing on her; she deserved to sound pitiful.
“Good girl. You were listening.” He smiled, a genuine smile and stood right in front of her. “Keep being a good girl, and maybe you’ll get to pee in the bathroom today.” The reminder of having to piss in that damn bucket brought back the heated blush across her face. Damn him. Damn him to hell. Humiliation wasn’t enough; he needed to inflict physical pain.
He stepped out of her eyesight, but she could hear him behind her. Fingers lightly traced across her ass, eliciting a soft burn from where his belt had struck her the day before.
“I trusted you to use the bathroom and come back to bed. You betrayed that trust,” he stated flatly, dropping his fingers from her flesh. Her ass twitched at his abandonment.
“You kidnapped me!” she yelled out into the air. Did anyone live close enough to hear her? He hadn’t seemed concerned when she’d screamed during the shower. “Why the fuck would I not try to get away?”
A sharp slap crossed her right cheek. Not the strap, his hand. She jumped from the surprise. “Your mouth is filthy, maybe I need to clean that, too?” He pointed to the bar of soap nestled in the grass near the bucket.
“You curse all the time!” She eyed the soap while arguing with him.
“There’s a big difference, pet. I will say when you get to have a filthy mouth and when you don’t. And while you’re being punished, you don’t. Now, should I help you clean up your language?”
She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head.
“I’m trying to help you, peaches. If you are going to get out of this mess, you’ll have to start helping me do that. You need to start being good, and being honest.”
She felt him moving behind her, but she couldn’t see him, nor did she strain herself to try. That strap in his hand gave off wicked vibes, and nothing in her past fantasies was going to prepare her for what was coming. She clenched her buttocks, squeezed her eyes shut, and held her breath, waiting for the first blow.
When it didn’t come, she eased her eyes open and softened her muscles. Had he changed his mind?
A throat-burning scream unleashed from her body the moment the thick leather brought down a fiery stripe across her ass. Never had she experienced such intense pain in such a short time. Acute burning. Before she could regain her composure, he brought it down again, a little lower but still on her ass, still overlapping the flaming strike before it.
“I did tell you that you’d regret it if you were a bad girl, didn’t I, peaches?” He didn’t wait for her to answer; he brought the strap down again. Her eyes clenched tight, squeezing the tears out, letting them fall down her cheeks.
Another scorching blow, and she jumped forward, feeling the collar around her neck chafe, but preferring that to the unreal pain in her ass.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and picked her up off the ground. “That won’t do, Kara. No hurting yourself, or I’ll have to add more to your punishment.” He walked back a few paces and put her back on the ground, keeping his arm wrapped around her waist. His breath washed against her cheek as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “I knew I would like the sound of your screams, but I really didn’t think I’d love it so much. You make such pretty sounds, and I’m sure your body is loving it, too.”
“No.” She shook her head gently, careful not to bump into him. “Please, Devin. Please, no more. I don’t like it, I really don’t.” Tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes burned from them.
“Hmm…” His hand unraveled from around her torso and slid down her still damp body to her pussy, where her own body betrayed her. His fingers slid through her folds with no trouble, and her clit shot a bolt of electric heat through her core when he circled it with his middle finger. “Lying is an entirely new offense, peaches, but I’ll let it go this time. You don’t want to like this, but you do.” He released her clit. “And so do I.”
With his hand gone, his arm gone, an emptiness replaced them. She rolled her head to the side, resting it on her arm, taking the reprieve to catch her breath. He wouldn’t have it. Another strike, and another. The sound of the leather slapping against her cheeks echoed in her mind. Trying to time his strokes, she clenched her body. It did nothing. Every fiber in her soul could feel the burn of that strap. He wasn’t talking anymore, wasn’t touching her, only whipping her with the instrument of the devil.
“Stop! Please!” Her throat was raw, her mouth completely dry, but he ignored her plea.
“You need to learn, Kara. I won’t tolerate disobedience.” Another hard hit and her knees buckled beneath her. He caught her, pulling her up to her feet, and she leaned back against him.
His chest pressed against her back, the strength of his muscles giving her back what he’d taken from her. Her tears flowed freely, her shoulders shook, but she didn’t care. The ache in her arms, the fire in her ass, everything hurt beyond what she thought she could bear.
“Shhh…” He wrapped another arm around her, hugging her to him. His lips nuzzled into her neck, kissing her. “You did so good, pet. So good.” He kissed her earlobe, then her cheek.
“Please,” she whispered, still not looking at him.
“Please what, pet?” One hand splayed out across her belly, slowly sinking back to where her heat displayed her body’s treachery. “You’ll have to ask for what you want, and ask nicely or you won’t get it.” His words sank into her body. What she wanted, what did she want? No, she wouldn’t ask him for that. Never would she ask him to put out the fire he’d stirred up inside her.
“I hurt.” Simple, and not a lie. She did hurt, everywhere. Some places from the strapping, others from neglect.
His hand inched lower, the tip of his finger brushing through the bit of hair she kept when she last trimmed. “I like this little patch here.” He patted the soft curls, now wet with her own arousal as much as the shower. “What do you want, pet?”
“Make it stop.” She leaned her head back against his body when one finger pressed down on her clit. Fuck, that’s exactly what she needed. But from him? Not from him, this wasn’t supposed to be happening with him.
“How do you ask nicely, pet?”
“Please. Please make it stop.” If she hadn’t heard her own words she wouldn’t have believed she’d said it. Begging him to touch her hadn’t even been that difficult.
He slid his hand even lower, between her legs. Two fingers toyed with her entrance and like the whore he was turning her into, she parted her legs for him. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit as the fingers thrust into her, filling her. Too many sensations, but not enough at the same time.
“There’s the sound,” he whispered into her ear after she moaned.
Behind her, his cock pressed through his jeans onto her ass. Denim rubbing her raw ass burned, almost as much as the strike itself and he knew it. He pushed his cock harder against her and she wiggled. “Do you feel that, pet?”
She wouldn’t answer him, couldn’t answer him while he pumped his fingers into her harder and with more speed, driving her head first toward her orgasm. But actions have consequences, natural or otherwise.
His hand pulled free, and slapped her pussy hard. She cried out and tried to close her legs, but he slapped her again twice. “Open your legs,” he ordered with a smack to her thighs. She walked her feet apart. “Answer me. Do you feel my cock pressing against your ass?”
“Y-yes.” She nodded. His hand covered her pussy, pushing her backward onto his cock, making her opening clench. She wanted his fingers back, wanted her clit touched, and the fire in her ass to subside long enough for her brain to start working again.
“Tell me what you feel, what you want.” His breath was so hot against her ear, making her hungrier for what he was offering. The muscles of his chest moved as his hand began to stroke her pussy, pet it as he would a…well, a pet. And isn’t that what he called her now? His pet?
She wanted his lips back on her, the warmth and power of his kiss, but she wouldn’t give him that. No, a kiss was too intimate, gave him too much power.
“Your cock.” She gave him a side glance and saw the smile creep over his lips. When he smiled, genuinely smiled, he could be devastating, and in that moment, he looked pleased as hell.
“Good girl.” He tossed the leather strap onto the ground, and used his hand to maneuver behind her. The zipper came down, the button undone, fabric bustled. He pushed her chest forward, just enough to put a bend in her body, but not enough to tighten the collar around her neck.
The rounded, smooth tip of his dick slid between her raw cheeks, pressing to the entrance of her core. Gripping the leash with her hands, she leveraged herself to arch her back more, to make it easier, to take his cock as he would give it. She held no misgivings that she would in any way be given control in this undertaking. He would give, and she would take. It would be that simple. That’s what Devin was. That’s how he did things.
He’d wanted to teach her something, and he had. He wouldn’t be moved. He would do as he saw fit, when he wanted to, and how he deemed it would be done. And in that moment, at that very precise second that his cock pushed into her warm, wet sheath, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Knowing it was wrong, knowing it was only a momentary thing, she leaned back into him, taking the harshness of what he gave.
“That’s it, pet.” A hand clasped the collar at her nape. “Fuck, you’re tight. So tight and hot. Your pussy is drenched for me.” He pulled back, inch by incredible inch he pulled away until he was almost all the way out. The fear of being abandoned clenched her pussy. “Ah, there it is, your cunt wants my cock. That’s a good pet.” The leather pulled back on her throat, tightening around her neck. Breathing became harder, more labored, the pressure against her trachea built along with the pressure in her pussy.
His hand left her clit and grabbed at her thigh, lifting her leg and hooking it over his arm. Now standing on one leg, the collar tight around her throat, with his cock pummeling her hard, her entire insides bloated with pleasure. The intensity rose everywhere. Her fingers holding the leather above her burned as she was jostled from the fucking he gave her, her tits swayed hard with each of his thrusts. Each groan that escaped him as he plowed into her stroked her clit as easily as his fingers had.
“Good pet,” he crooned, kissing her shoulder just before biting it. “Now. Tell your owner what you were looking for at the post office. What’s there?”
Her mind didn’t register; his words came from a foreign tongue. What post office? His cock began to slow, giving her long steady strokes. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. The collar bit at her neck, cutting off enough air to make her insides melt to his desires, to his will. Breathe or not breathe, it was for him to decide.
Again her clit was petted, being manipulated and pinched, her leg dropped lower on his arm with his new position. The collar tightened against her neck, giving her a new heat, and again his cock thrust upward into her. She held onto the leather leash, hoping not to topple over from standing on one leg.
She couldn’t stand the pleasure, it hurt almost as much as the strap. To be dangled so close to the edge, but not being let over the rail. His jeans still rubbed against her sore ass. He hadn’t pulled them down. “Please. Oh, please,” she begged. For what? To come? At his hand? She’d lost her mind.
“Tell me, pet, and you can come. If you don’t, if you defy me, that strap right over there. Look at it.”
She opened her eyes and her ass clenched just from the sight of the thick leather staring back up at her, mocking her. Another round of the strap wasn’t happening; she couldn’t take it. She couldn’t stand being on the edge of heaven either.
“Tommy said to go there, left me a box or something.” She gasped when his fingers began working her clit harder, driving her forward, his cock pumped harder. “Said if something happened to go get it.” She cried out as he held her pelvis back toward him; the denim ripped across her swollen ass, but the new angle sent his cock in a new direction, sucking the breath out of her. So full, so fucking wonderfully full, she couldn’t stand it much longer. “Please, Devin. Please,” she begged; she’d promise anything at that moment. He worked her body as though it were an extension of his own.
“That’s a good pet.” He kissed her neck, sucking lightly as he pulled back on the strap of leather around her neck. “Come for me, peaches, come now.” Another flick of his finger, a strong thrust of his cock, and she screamed into the sky as the most intense orgasm she’d ever encountered ripped through her body. Muscles tensed, shook, and released with each wave. He continued pumping, harder and harder, the strip around her neck got a little tighter. She struggled for breath as her orgasm began to subside. “Again. Come again,” he ordered and stroked her clit harder, in faster circles.
“I-I can’t,” she groaned out, taking air when she could.
“You will.”
Just by his sheer words and the glory of his fingers, her body shook a second time. It had never been possible before, two orgasms in a row, and so intense her vision clouded over. Sparkles were floating in front of her as she yelled out the second orgasm.
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