He abruptly stopped. She begged ever more desperately, missing the confusingly pleasurable pain the second it stopped.
He laughed and reattached the clover clamps. Her breathing was hard and fast now. She groaned deeply into her gag as the deliciously wicked bite set in once more.
He tweaked the chain for good measure and then turned his attention to her pussy.
Using the handle of the wooden spoon he rubbed it lightly over her clitoris. She jolted in aroused shock, once again realising just how close she was to cumming.
He laughed and shook his head. “Not until I say, remember?” He turned the spoon around and rubbed the wide spoon bowl against her clitoris. It was far less focussed than the previous stimulation. She grunted in frustration. However, before she could entice him to rub her more, he suddenly flicked the spoon up against her clit.
She froze in shock at the flash of pain. She started to squirm, her whole body undulating in pained pleasure as her brain tried to process the wicked sensation.
He nodded and started to rhythmically tap her clit with the spoon, each hit getting heavier. Her eyes fluttered closed as pain and pleasure blurred. She could no longer process things rationally. All she knew was that she needed this.
“Good girl. Give yourself over to the pleasure – and the pain.”
He hit her clit harder, forcing guttural grunts and groans from her body. She gripped the bedding beneath her and curled her toes. She was getting close.
He kept up the pace, stimulating her pussy with pain while her body squirmed in grateful pleasure.
“Good girl. When I say ‘Now,’ I want you to jerk your head right back and keep it like that. Then you can cum.”
She moaned in acknowledgement. It felt like his instruction bypassed her brain and instead spoke straight to her pussy – her pussy responded with horny thrusts towards the wicked wooden spoon.
With short, sharp hits he continued to batter her clitoris. “Three. Two. One. Now.”
As he said the word she arched her body back, panting in pain as the chain tugged at her nipples, but she was in too desperate need of the pain to stop just because it hurt.
He started to rub her hard, the wooden spoon now assaulting her breasts once more. “Good girl. Now cum. Show me how much you need this.”
With an animalistic growl she started to buck, cumming hard through the pleasure and pain of his treatment of her. His absolute control over her body and it’s every response was a feeling like she’d never known – even her pleasure was under his control, and she loved it. Loved being made to suffer for him. Loved the wicked way he was forcing her horny body to cum for him. Loved being nothing but a pain toy…
She was vaguely aware of the clamps pulling free, and of his teeth sinking into her tit. She half registered his fingers slipping inside her, finger fucking her soaked pussy as he continued to rub her through the high of orgasm, but it felt as though her mind was separated from the body this was happening to. Like she was floating away on a cloud of endorphins and viewing all that was happening to her body from high above.
As her orgasm ebbed, her body collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted but thoroughly sated.
She felt the makeshift knicker gag being removed from her mouth and the cuffs unfastened from her wrists and ankles, but she was too exhausted to move.
She felt his weight shift from the side of her bed. The thought he might be leaving made her suddenly feel an overwhelming need to be close. She found an unexpected burst of energy and launched herself upon him urgently, hugging him as tightly as her tired arms could manage.
He smiled and sat back down, shifting her onto his lap. He rubbed her back. “How are you feeling?”
She looked up at him shyly, nervous confusion playing over her face as she self-consciously tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. Her breathing sped up in panic as snippets of her wanton behaviour flashed back through her mind. Despite her desperate need to be held, she pulled back. “I- I’m really sorry. I- I don’t know what came over me. I-”
He chuckled and flipped her onto her back on the bed, holding her arms above her head as he rolled on top of her. “Okay. Before you get in your head over this, a few things. Firstly, you liked this.” She squirmed self-consciously, but the evidence was undeniable. “Secondly, I liked this.”
She blushed and looked down.
“And thirdly, you know that both of those things are true – you just have a hard time accepting the things you crave sometimes. Which can make you do desperate and impulsive things if you can’t get the fix you need.” He pulled her arms out straight, his eyes scanning the words ‘use me’ with significance.
She blushed hotly and looked down shyly. “Yeah, um, sorry about that. I think I got a bit desperate and crazed.”
He laughed. “I think it sounds like you’ve been headed that way for a while. It sounds like you’ve been going out of your way to try and get in trouble, but that it’s only been bringing out my friend’s protective, caring side. Which I think might have come as something of a surprise for both of you.”
She looked up at him in confused surprise. It was like he instantly understood her, but they had only just met!
He petted her head and pulled her back onto his lap. “It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with needing the things you need. Not everybody is able to understand or meet those needs, but just because there are people who don’t understand your desires, doesn’t make them wrong – just slightly harder to find.”