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“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, voice trembling.
I raise my arm and deliver the first stroke of the cane across the fleshiest part of her ass. The sound is sharp. She jerks violently against the restraints.
“One, Sir,” she gasps. “Please, give me more.”
The second stroke lands just below the first, slightly harder. A beautiful pink line blooms on her skin.
“Two, Sir. Please, give me more.”
By the fourth stroke, I let my control slip, putting my weight behind it. Thin red welts rise on her flesh immediately—perfectly parallel lines of fire across her pale skin.
“Four, Sir! Please... please,more.”
There’s nothing more beautiful than her body accepting my marks. Nothing more intoxicating than her surrender. This is what we both need—this sacred exchange where pain becomes pleasure, where surrender becomes strength.
I continue until she’s sobbing, begging incoherently, her entire body trembling. She’s lost count, but it doesn’t matter anymore. She’s where I want her to be—riding the knife’s edge between pain and pleasure, surrendering completely to sensation.
I step forward and slide my hand between her thighs. She’s absolutely drenched, her pussy lips swollen and hot tothe touch. I press two thick fingers inside her, feeling her cunt clench around me immediately.
“You’re going to come on my fingers first,” I tell her. “Then on my cock. And if you’re very good, I might let you come a third time when I fill you with my cum.”
I curl my fingers upward, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. My thumb circles her clit, slick with her juices.
“Come,” I command, pressing firmly against her G-spot. “Come for me now, like the good little slut you are.”
“Oh god, Domhn!” she wails, her body convulsing violently. Her juices flood my hand, running down my wrist. I work her through it mercilessly until she’s sobbing incoherently.
“That’s one,” I growl, withdrawing my fingers and bringing them to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
She sucks my fingers like they’re my cock, tongue swirling around the digits. The sight nearly breaks me—this beautiful woman bound to my cross, eagerly licking her own arousal from my hand.
My cock is throbbing to the point of pain now. I can’t wait any longer.
“I’m going to fuck you senseless now,” I growl, positioning myself behind her. “Going to ruin this pretty cunt.”
I grab her hips, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. I guide my cock to her entrance, feeling her heat against the sensitive head.
“Please,” she whimpers, trying to push back against me.
“Beg me,” I demand, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit. “Beg me to fill you with my cock.”
“Please, Sir,” she gasps. “Please fuck me. I need it so badly. I need you to fuck me until I can’t think anymore. Please, please, please...!”
Her desperate litany breaks the last of my restraint.
I slam forward, entering her in one brutal thrust that buries me to the hilt. She screams, a raw, animal sound of pure sensation as I stretch her completely.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the tight, wet heat of her nearly making me come on the spot. “So fucking perfect.”
I set a brutal pace, each thrust harder than the last. The wet, obscene sounds of our fucking fill the room, punctuated by her cries and my grunts.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” I growl, driving into her relentlessly. “You needed to be fucked like the dirty little slut you are. To be reminded who you belong to.”
“Yes,” she gasps between thrusts. “Yes, oh god,yes!”
My discipline has completely shattered. I’m rutting into her like an animal, driven by primal need. This is how I deal with pain—by inflicting it, by taking control, then losing myself in the violence of it.
But it’s more than that. It’s how we save each other and pull each other back from the brink when the world gets too heavy to bear alone.
