There was a harsh crack as his palm met my ass and I shuddered, biting my lip. The treatment made my ass turn red. King laughed and spanked me again, and again.
I was silent for twelve slaps, but on the thirteenth I gasped. I didn’t think he’d be able to hear me, but he did. And the punishment was indescribable and perfectly painful.
King used his belt to whip me. The red lashes covered my already spanked ass, up to my lower back. King hit hard enough for it to be painful and for it to mark me, but not for it to leave permanent scars.
He stopped after the twelfth whip. Tears were forming in my eyes, I was barely holding back a scream. I had never felt this kind of pain before; I loathed it yet loved it. King ran his fingers over the welts and I whimpered. I wasn’t able to keep quiet any more. I moaned and collapsed to the bed.
“You’re a bad slave.” King spat. I could almost feel his disgust. “Stop whimpering.”
“S-sorry, Master.” I muttered, pulling myself up. I took a deep breath and swallowed.
“Better.” King muttered. I heard him undo his trousers and I listened to them fall to the floor. “You’re going to get fucked like the little slut you are.” He rubbed the head of his cock over my asshole, pushing it slightly and gauging my reaction. I repressed the need to pull away from him, but I had completely tensed up. King pulled back, disgust colouring his voice. “You’ve never had a cock in your ass, slut?”
I shook my head, “No, Master.”
King ran his hands up the insides of my thighs again, his cock pushed against my ass, but he didn’t enter. King slipped a finger into my pussy, I gasped at the sudden intrusion. He slipped another in. I could already feel the stretching that came from dealing with things too big for me to fuck.
“M-master…” I gasped, leaning back onto his hand, trying to get as much of him into me as possible.
“Oh? You like that, slut?” He laughed, thrusting his fingers deeper into me.
“Yes, Master.” I moaned, pushing my hips back and forcing his cock against my sore ass. “Please… Fuck me.”
King didn’t need to be told twice, he ripped his fingers out of me and threw me forwards. My ass was in the air and my pussy was ready and waiting for him. He shoved his cock into my pussy. It was a lot thicker than any other I had taken before him and this alone drove me wild. Thrusting forwards so hard I could’ve sworn the bed moved with him, he fucked me like the slut he knew I was. His hands were on my hips, and his cock was buried balls deep in my pussy.
The cold metal on my wrists was suddenly very restrictive. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that I wanted to touch and to feel King, the handcuffs were unwanted.
King pulled me up by my hair. He rested my head against his chest and grunted in my ear, “Like that, slut?”
“Yes.” My voice caught in my throat as King flicked my clit. His arm was wrapped around my chest and he rolled a nipple around in his fingers, the other hand was playing with my clit.
“Fuck.” I muttered as I felt King’s cock hitting the g-spot over and over. “I’m gonna cum.”
King bit my shoulders and thrust hard into me another couple of times. He let go of my nipples and muffled my moans as I came all over his cock.
“Fucking slut,” He growled, “you’re gonna make me cum.”
“Yes Master.” I nodded.
He pulled out of me, suddenly leaving my pussy feeling empty, and uncuffed my hands. Throwing me face down back onto the bed he traced the welts that he’d put on my ass, pushing down where it hurt. I bit my tongue and let him.
King walked around the bed and gripped my wrists. He lay me across the bed, my hands resting at each corner and my legs spread apart. He took off the bar and took the rope in his hand. He tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts loosely.
“I’m going to use you.” He smiled, “And you’re going to let me.” I nodded, saying nothing was the best idea right now.
King’s cock was erect and streaming with my juices, he caught me looking at it.
“You want to get fucked again?”
“Yes Master.” I nodded. I wanted him again, I wanted to be his.
“Good. I’m going to fuck you again, slut.” There was a small grin playing around the corners of his mouth. “But this time, you will not cum until I do and you will not make any noise unless instructed.”
“Yes Master.”
“Good.” King positioned himself over me and teased my clit with his fingers while his cock rested against my thigh. “You’re not to make any noise, no matter what I do to you.”
I nodded. King licked his lips and kissed me once; his tongue invading my mouth and making me feel a lot more like his personal fuck toy than a human being. I loved it.
He pulled my legs up and open wider, showing him my pussy. The loose ropes at my ankles suddenly became restraints. He smiled at me, a lopsided grin that meant ‘I’m going to fuck you seven ways from Sunday’.
He thrust up into me, completely burying his shaft inside my tight cunt. He pulled out, resting his head just inside my pussy, and quickly shoved back in. He fucked me, his strokes deep and fast, until I would usually have been begging for more. But I remained as quiet as I could, the occasional whimper and moan as he drove me wild, listening to King’s grunts and sighs as he got himself closer to cumming.
I took a risk and lifted my head so that I was breathing on his skin, his shoulder and neck were both covered in sweat. I smiled and bit down on his muscled neck hard, tasting the salt on his skin and wanting more. He moaned, enjoying it yet wanting me to stop. I ran my tongue over the marks I’d left, watching as they faded.
“I’m gonna cum all over you, you little whore.” He growled at me as he pulled out. He shot his load all over my stomach, thick streams of his hot cum covered my skin. “You like that?”
I nodded, almost unable to speak. King smiled and shoved two fingers into my pussy, stretching it ready for the third. He used his other hand to tease my nipples, twisting and pulling, as he fucked me with his fingers.
“P-” I gasped, pushing my hips up, “please.”
He let go of my nipples and pulled my legs apart, his fingers running over the inside of my thighs. His thumb was rubbing my clit in circles and his fingers were slamming into me.
Suddenly I couldn’t contain it any longer and I came. As I was coming down from my high, King licked his lips and bit the lily white inside of my thigh. I moaned, unable to tell him to stop because I loved it. He pulled back, and there was a hickey on the skin. The red mark was surrounded by teeth marks.
“That makes you mine.” He said, untying me and dropping the ropes to the floor. “And I’m sure you’re tired now, yes?”
“Yes.” I nodded. In truth, I was on the edge of falling asleep already.
“Stay here the night, I’ll drop you off at home tomorrow.” He smiled, climbing into the bed. “We’ll have a lot of nights like this, so you might as well get used to sleeping with me.”
I curled in the bed next to him, completely spent. He pulled me close and whispered, “I own you now, you’ll come to me whenever I call.”
“Yes Master.”