An Anxious Little Mess

"I'm gonna break you today, honey bun. I will not stop even if you beg for it without that word. I will use you as the perfect fucking cocksleeve you are," he whispers, "So, do you think you've been naughty or nice?"

"N-nice," I find myself saying as confidently as I can. The soft clink as he pulls the cane from where it rests against the wall as me shivering as I brace myself, knowing my fate.

"Liar," he tsks in disappointment, the intense sting against my flesh has me inhaling sharply in surprise at the pain.

The boom of thunder fills the tense silence just as lightning explodes across the sky, illuminating the room. Another round of thunder covers my cries as the cane bites into the sensitive flesh of my thighs before striking higher. It repeats in a rotation, each time pausing as he admires the way my skin welts, turning pink and irritated. The intensity of the pain thrills me to my very core, my panties growing wetter by the second.

I try to remain silent as he begins the pattern over again, biting my lip as I tremble on my knees. Pausing in his ministrations, I feel the coolness of the cane hook into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down to reveal my dripping folds to him.

"You're soaked from me bruising you," he scoffs, "and you really expect me to believe you've been nice?"

As I open my mouth to argue, the cane lashes into the flesh that had been protected by my panties. My whole body arches in response as I feel my pussy spasm a bit in excitement.

As if a little restless from my body's reaction, he fully yanks my panties down until they are stretched out between my thighs. The smooth texture of the cane slides along my folds, kneading into my clit as soft whimpers and pants slip from between clenched teeth. A sudden thump of the cane against my clit as I cry out as once again my pussy throbs before my whole body trembles from the force of the painful orgasm.

He tsks as he seems to walk away, the thunder and rain drowning him out. It isn't until I feel his weight on the bed that I'm once more aware of his presence. The hot heat of his hands gropes over my ass, manhandling the welts which coaxes more whimpers from my throat as I glance back at him, almost as if begging. His eyes are dark, acutely focused on the marks decorating, marring my pale, soft flesh.

Suddenly, two fingers push deep inside my pussy, scissoring inside the gummy walls as he curls them until I am a mewling mess, soaking his hand from having just orgasmed. He moves then, lifting my ass up to give himself better access as I feel the scruff of his beard rub between my thighs. "Wa-" my voice is cut off by a cry as his tongue swirls along my folds before plunging, devouring me.

Shaking my head, I try to move away, to escape from the sensations rolling through my body. I'm held immobile by the ropes and his own strength which leaves me pliant and needy. He eats me, slurping and devouring me as if I'm his favorite flavor, his tongue and teeth raking across my sensitive folds and clit until I'm nothing more than a keening mess, begging for release.

Pulling back, he takes my clit between his forefinger and thumb and his other finger teases my entrance. "So, have you been naughty or nice, honey bun?" he whispers, his hot breath blowing across my needy wetness.

"Naughty," I practically plea, shivering as my head hangs forward, resting against my forearm as I almost pray for release. His fingers move then, pinching my clit as he plunges two digits as deep as they will go which has me scream in pleasure as my thighs attempt to clench as I squirt, coating him and the bed in my desire.

He gives me no chance to recover though as he rips off my panties like they're a mere hindrance rather than an actual obstacle. His swollen length pushes into my sensitive pussy, obscenely squelching from the stimulation. "No, I can't," reasoning begins to fall from my lip, prayers and begs following shortly after," please, no more, I can't. It hurts.. t'much."

"I say what's too much," he growls against my shoulder, his hands sliding across my body, not leaving an inch of me untouched. Shaking my head a bit in protest, he wraps my hair around his hand as pulls, silencing me with more pain.

As if to prove his point, he sets a bruising pace. Every thrust feels like he's attempting to break my cervix. Tears burn my eyes before rolling down unhindered. The thunder drowns out my loudest cries, urging him on as if it's a competition to see which is louder.

Everything conflicting. Pain, pleasure. Hot, cold. Rough, soft.

My body shakes with each of my moans, my sobs as he fucks into me so desperately my pussy clenches, attempting to overwhelm him, to slow him. "You're so..." he groans, panting a bit as he fucks in harder, "fucking perfect, tight... for me. I fucking own you, mine, mine, fucking mine."

My stomach tightens, my whole body tensing in anticipation of what is coming. "No, stop! It hurts," my voice is lost in the thunder, but I know he hears me by the way he thrusts in deeper, the pain immense with the pleasure, "pleasepleasepleaseplease."

The last few thrusts are the roughest, the hottest, the neediest before he seems to wrap himself around me as he pushes in as deep as he can, hot cum spurting deep inside me. As his warmth fills me, my pussy clenches tightly, milking every drop.