soft & sweet

I've been thinking about a sweet thing who begs for me to hurt them. Not with their words, no, but with the way they watch my hands swing as I talk with them. In the way I squeeze their hand too tight on accident and they stutter and watch me with big doe eyes. In the way that their eyes flicker from the seat on the couch next to me to the floor at my feet. In that sweet soft way they gasp while I'm playing with their hair- holding so still if my fingers get caught on a tangle.

And I've finally just had it. One day it's too much, it's all too much, and they just happen to be the easiest thing to take my strong feelings out on. I know I came inside sounding a little more loud than normal. They're watching me with such big, watery eyes. I'd play nice at first, reaching up to slide my fingers through their hair, wait for them to relax into it... Tell them hello, tell them I missed them, tell them I had such a long day without them. They start relaxing, start softening, so the next run of my hand in their hair, I wait until I get to the very back of their head, and curl my fingers- tight.

The sweet little "ah" they make, moving their head back into my hand, their hands coming up just a little... It makes me a little feral. Snapping at them to put their hands back down, it's for me to take what I want, right? That I know they've been watching me, waiting for me to hurt them. Tell them they're my sweetheart, my bruisebait, and I'm ready to fucking ruin them.

Dragging them along by their hair, into the living room. Tipping them over the arm of the couch, pressing their face into the cushions so it's a little harder for them to breathe. Knocking their knees and legs apart so they have nothing to squirm against, and their center of gravity is off enough they won't be able to stand up quickly on their own. Telling them to put their hands in the cushion next to their face and to not move them. That I'm being so generous by not tying their hands, so don't make me regret it. Tell them I don't expect them to count, that I know they're just too dumb for that right now, that all they have to do is cry for me.

Giving them a color check in before I start hitting them, waiting for that breathy little "green" while I'm grinning so mean. Telling them how pathetic they are to want this. Starting over their pants- five hits to each cheek, alternating so they never get to relax into the pain. They're already whimpery- I see them raising their head just to gasp for air before shoving their face into the cushions at the very next hit. Finishing with a slap to their pussy, their knees tremble and almost try pressing together... But they're so good and widen them back to where I want them.

Pulling their pants down to expose their panties. Giving them another check in and they're so stuttery and soft when they whisper "green" again. Another five hits to each side, and I watch their hands grip the cushions so tight their knuckles turn white. The slap to their pussy sounds so wet, and I just can't help but grab the ass of the panties and pull it tight to rub against their clit. They cry out, bucking their hips against the fabric, pressing their face further into the cushions. Letting it snap back and teasing them for how soaked they are, how pathetic and needy they must be for being so wobbly already.

Their tears are constant as I pull down their panties, sobbing into the cushions and knees shaking. There's a wet string that pulls down inches from their pussy and snaps away from their underwear and it makes me see red with lust. Rubbing the outsides of their thighs, so careful to not touch where I've been hitting. Shushing them, telling them how well they're doing, that this is going to be the last set of theirs, and aren't they so good for me. Waiting for them to take a deep breath before checking their color. I've never heard someone cry the word "green" so pretty. My hits now are moving down, towards the more tender part of their sit spot. They've cried so much, now they're moaning in pain, still sobbing but dry and gasping.

The last two hits I put real force behind, feel the sting in my hand. They're shivering now, trying so hard not to grind the top of their pussy into the arm of the couch. I feel so mean still, so instead of just one slap to their pussy, I do three. The first hit makes them squeak and sob, their legs twitching like they want to close. I wait for a moment.... Let them relax, try peeking their head up to see if I'm done. Then slap a second time. They make the sweetest little cry, their hips stuttering and they start sobbing again. I wait for the comedown of that, for the sobs to turn to sniffles, before hitting a third time. Their voice gets so high and so sweet like this. They sob so loud, start begging into the cushions, knuckles white and flexing. They're so mindless, I think I hear the word Mommy a few times while they're begging and that's how I know just far down I have them.