Page 66 of Stripping the Sub
WHAP!
The second blow landed just above the base of the plug, across the very center of her fleshy buttocks, and Ellie howled as the two-inch thick line immediately rose on her flesh, parallel to and just an inch below the first. Her body was heaving somewhat now as she writhed in reaction, apparently no longer caring how her nipples rubbed over the desk - or perhaps the pain it created distracted her from the burning line he’d just laid down… or perhaps it felt like nothing compared to the strap’s bite.
Michael stroked his cock again until she stilled, waiting and ready for the last blow.
“Last one, Ellie, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Despite her obvious tears, she sounded breathy, eager. Needy.
He flicked his wrist.
WHAP!
Right across her sit spot.
She’d barely managed to scream and start writhing again before he was behind her, his cock pressing into her hot pussy. The fit was too tight for an easy entry, no matter that she was soaking wet, and Michael’s balls ached as he drew back and thrust forward, driving himself a little deeper with every push of his cock. Ellie’s sobs only spurred him on as she writhed before him, her soft, hot body welcoming him in, the heat rising off her beaten skin only matched by the heat of her pussy as it enveloped his cock.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…. oh fuck…” She said it over and over, with every thrust he made, with every panting sob for air, as if she was too far gone to be able to find any other words.
He thrust hard, burying himself completely inside of her, and she screamed as her body jolted against the desk, his balls slapping against her clamped clit, and his body rubbing against the welts he’d just decorated her ass with. The scream was half-agony, half-ecstasy.
“Say red if you need to,” Michael reminded her, his voice almost harsh with the effort of holding himself still inside of her.
A half-sob was his only response.
Holding her hips tightly in his hands, he started to fuck her from behind.
Deeply.
Roughly.
He pushed her to the limit as he stretched out her pussy, his body bumping against the plug and causing her to jerk in reaction as the large toy jolted inside of her. The ridges of the plug rubbed against his cock through the thin wall between her passages, massaging him as he moved in and out of her gripping sheath.
He could feel his balls knocking against her clit clamp with every stroke, making the tiny organ swell in its confines, and her squirming and sobs increased every time.
Her hard, red nipples would be squashed beneath her, still clamped, throbbing in their confinement, scraping across the table as he rode her hard.
When she started to orgasm, she screamed in anguish as her poor, abused clit tried to expand and couldn’t, the tiny bundle of nerves pressing against its constraints.
Michael fucked her harder, his own sadistic passions feeding off of her screams.
******
She was lost in a maelstrom of excruciating torment, buffeted on the winds of rapturous ecstasy, so torn between the two sensations she couldn’t tell if she was flying or falling.
Full… she was so very, very full. Full to the brim physically, full of sensations, full of emotions…
Michael’s cock moved inside of her, slow and deep. It felt like the plug was thrust into her every time his cock was, until she was so full she could taste the sex in the back of her throat.
The pinching on her nipples seemed worse… harder… as the poor, afflicted buds were moved over the wood of the desk, squashed between her body and the hard wood, putting even more pressure on the taut buds. Although the torment of her nipples wasn’t nearly as bad as the sharp pinch on her clit which shot through her with every thrust. It was a sharp pinch that sent her reeling, her pussy quivering around Michael’s cock, as pain fought with pleasure, until pleasure finally won… her orgasm expanded, only to be cut through with agony as the clamp seemed to bite down more… which only made her masochistic ecstasy grow.
When Michael suddenly withdrew, pulling out of her grasping pussy as she sobbed through her climax, it was both a relief and a deprivation.
The world spun and suddenly she was on her back, her red nipples pointing to the ceiling, and Michael bending over her as he draped her legs over his arms. She was bent nearly in half as he plucked the clamp off of her right nipple, his cock sliding back into her pussy, and she squeezed down hard around him as she screamed with the sensation of blood rushing back into her crushed nipple. The soft, wet, heat of his mouth helped to soothe the tortured bud, but not enough to ameliorate the pain entirely.
When his body slid all the way home and knocked against her clamped clit, she was immediately distracted from the agony of blood returning to her nipple as this new stimulation had her seeing stars.
Tears slid down her cheeks and into her hair as he fucked her, sucking on her poor nipple, before removing the other, but she was barely aware as her clit was jolted about, the pressure on the tiny nub almost too intense to bear. Part of her wanted to beg for mercy, to scream ‘red’… but she could take it… she could bear it…
