And then he said the magic words that released me and made me blind for hours. “Cum for me, Tuesday!”
I arched, too blinded by pleasure to see straight or scream with it. Instead all that came out was a soft squeaking whine and my body pulsated around his. He laughed at whatever my face must have looked like and fucked me so fucking hard while I rode out every last tidal wave of halcyon bliss. I don’t even remember much for a while after that except for pure, hedonistic ecstasy. I do remember that when he made to pull away, I launched myself at him like an animal in our foyer floor. Because he had the only cock I wanted anymore and, goddamnit, now that he released me from that control, I shattered and he was going to fill me and make me whole again if I had to claw him raw to force him.
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Ivory
She went wild, absolutely crazed. I had riled her into a tortured bundle of subspace energy so bright it was like a supernova, and had forced her to control and contain all of that. They had been two of the hottest weeks I had ever participated in but when I released her?
God. There wasn’t anything like that.
I remember one time hearing the theory of the biblical flood coinciding with the breaking of the super continent. Supposedly, the people of biblical times had never seen rain before that and Pangea had been intact, but then God ripped open the gates and it didn’t just rain. Water burst forth through the land itself and broke the single continent straight the fuck apart with its force.
That’s what she was like. Pure masochistic energy burst from her and she was savage with it. She clawed her hands through my hair and bit me and I didn’t even care. I threw the dominant rules straight the fuck out the window and let her ride me. I had to turn her over and fuck her doggy style right in the goddamned floor while holding her hair like reins on an untamed thoroughbred. And that was just so I could get her calm enough to lift her and take her to the table where I could eat her since she’d made me cum with all that feral, frantic energy.
She spread her legs over the table nice and wide, the way I’d commanded her to when I would lay her in the same spot to torture her over the previous two weeks. That’s how cruel I had been to her. I had been lapping her pussy for thirty minutes at a time while she couldn’t cum and the sight of the automatic obedience, even when she was an animal, made me growl. I used my nails to pull the protective hood of her clit back and stroked my middle fingers over it so that she arched so hard I thought she might break my table. When I stroked that magical little button that I had previously told her to pretend didn’t exist? She thrashed and I had to have more, had to taste more, so I thrust my tongue deep inside of her, making her squeal and writhe around me. I punished her on my tongue so that her legs shook again… and again… and again… I didn’t want her able to walk when she next tried to stand. I wanted to see her collapse to her knees before me while she still begged for more cock.
And she did. I forced her up and over until she was shaking all over and then lifted her and got to see my wish. She whimpered and staggered, then fell, her legs weak with pleasure even while she stared up at me, her eyes delirious, and her lips mouthed the word “please” over and over again.
I thought I’d take her to the bed but didn’t make it, settling for the love seat and snarling over her while I sucked and laved and bit her nipples.
And then I finally made it to the bed. Where the cane was. I lifted it just to watch her spasm to the sight of it, and then laughed with vicious elation because I’d ruined her and she would keep craving the cane after this, even when it made her cry in misery.
My beautiful Tuesday. My angel Tuesday.
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That hadn’t been the end of our spree. I woke her in the night after she was finally fucked out and exhausted and coherent again. And she’d come awake eagerly, eyes going dark with lust at the feel of my cock. “Again?”
“Yes. Fucking yes, again. And again after that.” I’d used her and used her. But it wasn’t using anymore. She was riding back on me no matter how I took her.
It was hotter than hell and if I was slightly less of a sadist, I might have considered it even hotter than the build up where she had been so desolate with need. But I was that sadist and would always prefer her pain in all its forms. I had taken the sickest glee off of her reactions when she was hurting and sore from her period and couldn’t wait to indulge in it every single month. I was an asshole and I was more terrible than ever while in love with her. Two weeks of denial while I spent evenings lapping her pussy while she lay on my table and spent nights with her shivering in chastity belt toys? Where I forced her to hold the vibrator to herself to make it worse? I hadn’t been so evil to anyone.
But she’d lapped it up like candy, hadn’t she? She’d cried and whimpered and begged and sobbed in anguish and she’d taken it, taken me. And there was more to her two weeks than just those highlights too. I had crafted a continual torture for her, every message sent another way to make her hot. I had made her send me pictures of her dripping cunt. Some nights when she walked in the door, I had made her sit in a chair and pulled up the pictures she’d sent me. Then I would stand behind her with one arm over her shoulder and hold the pictures up to study with her, cruelly whispering in her ear. “Look at how red and swollen those pussy lips are, baby, how needy you are. And see how engorged and full that clit is, how it’s begging to be touched? I bet it’s buzzing for you right now.” Christ, I had been a terror and she had followed all of that through with me.
And the sex spree afterwards… Holy fuck.
When I woke beside her I was so exhausted that I knew she’d be out for another hour or so. It was a Sunday, one of the few days we had off together more often than others, and we could be lazy. I smiled at the sight of her beside me. She lay on her side, curled up almost in a fetal position with her hands tucked together at her cheek. Her breathing was so deep and even, so relaxed. God, she had been such an animal and it’d been so beautiful. I was already eager for the next denial build. I would have to push even harder, be even worse. Maybe I would make her stand for hours with a vibe taped right against her clit while I trained her in control, flicking a cane when she started to show signs of being too close to orgasm, and stopping the vibe until she regained safe discipline. And then we would start again, over and over. I would fuck her while she was forced to hold back, so horny for me, and do it even more than I had this time.
God, my fantasies already went rampant again. She shifted, a soft purring snore escaping her, and I smiled, reaching slowly to my nightstand to grab the piece of jewelry this whole thing had really been about.
She would still be exhausted in total satisfaction when she woke and after our wild intensity, after the gift of trust she’d given me in the denial build, I could safely ask her my question, the question. I opened the jewelry box with a smile.