She knew what was coming but obediently waited for the words, her heart racing, skin tingling, stomach as tight as a knot.
"Take position"
He said it calmly. Matter of factly.
She turned her back to him, still on her knees, and bent to press her sore cheek to the floor. She reached back to draw up her skirt, presenting her bare pantyless buttocks.
Her cheeks and upper thighs were a collage of stripes and imprints, the now yellowing stripes of a beating 3 days ago overlaying the fading bruises of former discipline.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Petal
Author: Malady
Chapter Tags: BDSM, slave, discipline
Content Warnings: Contains scenes of physical punishment
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Petal
Title of Chapter 1
The cafe where Heather worked was across the street from a small green area of flowerbeds, trees, and benches surounding a half circle of grass. On a warm day she would leave her phone behind the counter to take her break on one of the benches and watch the world go by. It was her oasis of peace, away from customers, away from home. Where her time, and thoughts, and body were hers alone.
Today there was someone sitting on the bench she usually used. An older man. Overdressed for the weather in black leather trousers and coat. His long black hair and beard were streaked with grey, and two german shepherd dogs sat, statuesque, either side of his feet.
Heather noticed him with disapointment and hoped he would move on before her break.
She would glance up occasionally to check if he was still there, putting off taking her break. Willing him to move on. But he didn't.
She took her break out the back of the shop instead, perched on a broken plastic chair between the bins and the empty pallets. She was slim, with straight brown hair that she wore in a high ponytail. Her eyes were a captivating dark brown, and shared her face with a small straight nose and thin delicate lips. She was dressed in kneelength black skirt and white blouse, with a gold namebadge pinned above her left breast. Her slimness was a relatively recent thing, and below the waitress uniform her skin bore the stretchmarks of her former self. Reminding her each day of how far she had come. Losing weight, quitting smoking, keeping down a job. It wasn't much of a job, but she enjoyed it. It was her sanctuary and on a sunny day like this, the moments on the bench were a highlight that had today been stolen from her. It ruined her day.
Arriving home, she had barely closed the door behind her when her step-son's voice barked from the front room.
"Where have you been?"
"Work. I'm not late. I finish at 5 on Wednesdays" she blurted then imediately regretted it. "Sorry, I tried to get back quickly."
"Come here"
She moved through to the front room, the impatient tone in his voice making her stomach tighten. He was sat topless and sprawled on the sofa in just his belted jeans. His body slim and toned. 19 and the man of the house now. His father had told him that as he left, and made damn sure that Heather knew it too.
Alex didn't look up from the tv where some latino woman was being sodomised by an overweight white man, the sound of her pathetic whimpers filling the room.
Heather dutifully knelt on the floor infront of the sofa, gaze lowered, saying nothing. The fat white man was grunting as his thighs slapped into the girl, each thust driving a another cry from her lips.
Suddenly Alex reached out, his fingers snatching at her hair, twisting it as he tugged her head back and spat in her face. She had learned not to flinch or grimace, and just blinked as the spit flecked her cheek and blurred the vision in her right eye. His other hand caught her hard across her left cheek with a loud smack!
Her cheek exploded with pain that then burned and throbbed. She blinked back tears.
'Th...thank you' she said.
"Why did you not take your break today?"
"I did." Her mind raced. Why was he asking? She thought back to her time in in the yard. Then to the man on the bench.
SMACK!
"Don't fucking lie to me."
Her head was ringing with the force of the second slap, tears running unchecked now.
"I did, I promise, I went out back while Julia covered, I did I promise Sir, I promise!"
"Why didn"t you sit on the benches?"
"There...there was a man where I usually sit, so I went out back instead."
He smiled. "Yes. Because I told him you would take your break on one of the benches and now you have made me look like a liar."
Her stomach churned.
"Oh god Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I promise, I didn't know!"
He let go her hair and stood up. Unbuckling his belt and sliding it from its hoops to wind it twice around his hand.
She knew what was coming but obediently waited for the words, her heart racing, skin tingling, stomach as tight as a knot.
"Take position"
He said it calmly. Matter of factly.
She turned her back to him, still on her knees, and bent to press her sore cheek to the floor. She reached back to draw up her skirt, presenting her bare pantyless buttocks.
Her cheeks and upper thighs were a collage of stripes and imprints, the now yellowing stripes of a beating 3 days ago overlaying the fading bruises of former discipline.
The beatings had become fewer in recent weeks. When his father had first left, Alex had taken frequent pleasure in her punishment and discipline, often multiple times a day, with canes and paddels and his favourite - the belt. She was grateful for the abatement, but at the same time missed the intensity of that first month as he had stepped up to the roll of Master, establishing himself as the single authority in her world.
CRACK!
She bleated in pain, lurching forward before checking herself and returning to position.
"Thank you" she said obediently.
CRACK!
The pain is searing and intense.
"Thank you"
CRACK!
The belt rains down, each time followed by a pause as he listens for her dutiful gratitude.
By the 5th she is sobbing, forcing her thanks through gritted teeth. By the 10th she is shaking. Her arse on fire. The final blow driving a scream from her lips. Wracked with sobs she still found it in herself to say thank you.
She heard the clatter as his belt hit the floor, and sensed Alex step close behind her, tugging down his jeans before he knelt. She flinched as his hand slid over her painfully tender buttocks before gripping her hips. The head of his swollen cock finding her aching wet cunt, sliding in with ease and driving a carnal moan from her lips.
"Always so fucking wet from a beating." He said as he pulled back and sunk his cock back into her. She said nothing, her world was nothing but all consuming sensation, the pain of her arse and the pleasure of his cock. She knew she would cum and he would laugh and tell her what a desperate whore she was.
Within a few thrusts she did, shaking and sobbing and cumming as he told her what she already knew. Throughbher own orgasm she felt him erupting inside her, flooding her with his seed.
He sat back on the couch, his jeans and pants around his ankles. She turned, heart still pounding, arse still hurting, his cum spilling down the inside of her thighs as she pressed her mouth to his sticky spent cock. He stroked her hair, flicking through videos and saying nothing as she cleaned him, her mouth filled with the taste of her own cunt.
She made an easy meal of pasta and sauce and sat uncomfortably at his feet while they both ate in front of the telly. As Alex flicked through influencers ranting about the importance of male domination and female stupidity, her mind wandered to the man on the bench with the two dogs. She didn't recognise him. Alex chatted to a lot of people online but many did not show themselves.
When he had finished, she tooks the bowls and cleaned up in the kitchen, returning to find he had moved to his computer desk and was scrolling the forums, flicking through webcams, acknowledging his followers. She removed her work clothes and knelt naked by his feet once more. Sometimes he would show her off, have her stand and turn and bend for inspection as viewers goaded him on and typed vile and obscene messages, some sharing their cam to show themselves masturbating.
If he hadn't already cum, she would often service him while he watched other cammers.
But tonight he ignored her presence until a call came through and he sent her to bed before taking it.
As she climbed the stair she heard him apologising, saying that she will be there tomorrow.
She awoke before him as her body had learned to do. Waiting until he began to stir, before sliding ontop of him guiding his morning wood to her cunt and impaling herself onto him. She rode him slowly, grinding herself all the way down on him, fucking her half sleeping stepson until he erupted inside her, squeezing her cunt to milk him fully before collapsing onto him, face turned to the side, listening to his heart beat as his chest rose and fell.
She had learned very quickly that if she did not perform this morning ritual, he would eventually wake fully and take her violently. She willed him to slip fully back into sleep so she could lie there againt him, listening to the solid rythm of his heart as his cock softened inside her.
But not today. He groaned and pushed her sideways sending her sprawling from the bed. She picked herself up and made her way downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Like many moments throughout her day there were strict ways that things should be done, what Carl, his father, had called Protocol. The coffee was strong and black and served in his favourite blue mug. It was carefully placed on the table, above and to the right hand side of the plate, with the handle at 5 o'clock. The plate contained two rounds of toast, each cut diagonally, medium toasted, with butter and blackcurrant jam.
She stood naked behind her own chair, feet apart, hands behind her back, head bowed.
"Thank you" he said as he sat down. He didn't have to. His father never did, infact he had rebuked his son for doing so, but Alex always said thank you for his meals. She never knew how to reply. She knew that it should be a nice thing. An acknowledgement from her Master, a chink of warmth in his facade. But, in truth, it made her feel uncomfortable and she suspected he knew this.
"Sit" he said.
She took her seat on his left hand side to eat her cereal. The wooden chair cold against her bottom and sticky cunt.
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The bus into the city was empty but for a handfull of women from the village. Heather concentrated on looking out the window but she could feel the sideways glances. She had been gossip fodder since she moved to the place 6 years ago, when Carl had first taken her on. A 29 year old woman and a 45 year old man, of course there was talk.
Then his son from another woman moved in and Carl subsequently left, leaving his 35 year old girlfriend and 19 year old son to live together. The tongues wagged further.
She noticed how people stopped talking when she entered the village shop, the looks and glances from women. The blatent stares from men.
A few days earlier the woman stood behind her in the que had muttered 'slut' as Heather finished paying for her milk.
They didn't know the half of it, she thought to herself, squeezing her thighs together, remembering the sting of his belt on her tormented buttocks, and his seed still swimming inside her.
***
The cafe was busy and the morning flashed past with little time to think. After the lunch time rush, Julia took her break first, leaving Heather to staff the tables. She didn't see him arrive, he was just there when she came to clean away plates, sat outside at table 11, his two dogs either side of him. She froze for a moment before her body re-engaged, muscle memory kicking in to pull the pad from her belt pocket and pencil from behind her ear.
'Hi there. What can I get you?' Her smile fixed, a forced note of breezy accomodation in her voice.
"Hello petal" he said.
Her heart sunk.
Petal. It was the name Carl would tell men to use when he lent her out. A command word that told her they acted with her Master's authority. That she was theirs until they had finished with her.
Her heart beat hard. Her mouth was dry.
"Hi" she said hesitantly.
"I'll have an espresso and my boys will want some water." She knew his voice, deep and authorative with a soft scottish accent. It was one of the men Alex spoke to online. One of the serious ones.
Her thoughts seemed to be racing but not going anywhere. This was the guy who always referred to her as the Bitch. Although she had never seen his face, she had of course displayed herself for him at Alex's instruction, standing naked, turning, bending, spreading herself open. He was also one she would hear him talking to after she had been sent to bed. With her thoughts spiraling her waitress autopilot kicked in, nodding and pointing to the watering bowl by the cafe entrance. "Yes sir, I will bring that straight away, and our complimentary water for pets can be found by the doorway."
"No." He said curtly, snapping her back to the moment. "Fetch the water to them. And keep those legs straight when you do. No crouching to pick it up."
She swallowed and nodded. Turning to walk the few steps to the dog bowl. Fighting the instinct to crouch down and preserve her dignity, she bent at the hip, legs straight, bum towards the man and his dogs as she picked it up and returned to place it at the feet of his table. The dogs watched her the whole time, mouths open, tongues out. It was a hot day, she thought, they must be sweltering in all that fur.
"There you go my darlings." She said kindly, having to stop herself from reaching out to pet them, instinctively.
They were large, even for German Shepherds, with long coats and thick feet. One was almost completely black, the other had patches of golden brown.
"Say hello to Loki and Syrus." He said inclining his head first to the black dog and then its brother.
"Hello Loki, hello Syrus" she said awkwardly.
"Coffee".
"Yes, sorry, I'll be right back"
She made his coffee on autopilot, her head spinning, the word petal playing over and over in her mind. She had not heard it for some time but its power had been trained into her.
He said nothing as she cafefully placed the coffee and biscuit infront of him and stood awkwardly by the table, knowing there was a couple on 6 waiting, but also knowing that he had not said she could go."
He supped his coffee.
"When do you have your break?"
"Um, in about half an hour sir."
Pause. Another sip.
"Good. There is an alley down the road between the book shop and the chemist. Meet me there in half an hour"
Her stomach was tight with that anxious sick feeling, but at the same time she felt the ache between her legs growing in the way it always did.
"Yes sir"
"Now go and do your job, people are waiting."
***
Julia was late back from her break which meant it was nearly 45 minutes before Heather was able to take her break. Knowing that lateness would not be tollerated, she hurried to the alleyway, walking quickly but trying not to draw attention to herself. The alley itself connected with a second alley that ran parralel to the main street, behind the shops and restaurants. It was lined with bins and smelt of urine and rubbish. This is where he was waiting, standing just out of sight of the main street with Loki and Syrus sat motionless either side.
'I'm sorry" she blurted breathlessly, "I came as soon as i could."
He nodded as she tried to compose herself, she was flustered and breathing heavy. She had learned from Carl that any dissatisfaction would be fed back, to her Master, and unsatisfied customers meant for a very unhappy Master.
The man parted his leather coat and tugged at his belt, followed by his trouser button and zipper. He was tall and thick set, and reached a large hand into his trousers to free his swollen cock. He was thick and cut, with a bulbous mushroom head or dark purple.
Knowing exactly what was expected of her Heather moved to kneel before him.
The smell of his sweaty cock filled her nose, but she knew not to turn her head away. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue to its tip, feeling it throb in response. She tasted the salt and sweat as her tongue teased his pisshole and her hand lifted to wrap her fingers around his hot swollen shaft.
He grunted approval as she pressed her lips around his helmet, her mouth filling with the taste of him.
Stroking him as she sucked, feeling the dogs eyes watching her as she serviced their Master.
"Mmmmm thats it. Good girl" he said in a low voice "goood girl"
She pushed her head forward, taking more of his thick cock into her mouth, expecting to feel his hands on her head, taking control, but they remained by his side
"That's it, fuck me with your whore mouth, slut".
She did as she was told. Jerking her hand around the base of his shaft as she trust her head forward and back, making herself gag each time it hit the back of her throat, fucking her face on his cock. She felt him tensing already, realising he was going to cum quickly as he finally took hold of her head. Clamping either side and thrusting his hips, grunting as his cock thobbed and spurted. She choked as it caught in her throat, spraying out her nose even as she desperately tried to swallow.
He released her, stepping back to pull his cock from her mouth as she gulped down air, still shakily upright on her knees, her face flushed, cum and saliva dribbling from her nose and coating her chin and lips.
"Stay still" He said standing over her.
"Loki, clean." The black dog lurched forward, causing Heather to yelp and pull backwards, falling to sit heavily on one side with her legs folded to the other and one hand catching the ground to stop herself.
"STAY!" the man barked and Loki stopped in his tracks, tongue hanging out, eyes fixed on Heather who was wide eyed and scared. "We can't have you going back to work like that, can we. Stay still while Loki cleans you. Loki, clean."
Heather sat frozen as the dog once more approached. She closed her eyes and held her breath his hot velvet tongue slid up from her chin, over her lips and nose, lapping up its Master's cum. The smell of it's breath and sensation of its tongue made her skin crawl, but she remained fixed as the dog did its duty. Lick after lick covering every inch of her face.
The Man tapped his foot twice on the dirt and Loki immediately stopped and returned to his place at the right hand side of its Master.
"Good boy".
Heather's face felt damp all over, and the smell of the dogs mouth still filled her nostrils. She felt disgusting.
"Well? What do you say?"
"Thank you Loki" she mustered.
The man chuckled as he finished tucking his cock away and fastened his belt. He started to walk away, back to the main street. Loki and Syrus remained motionless until she heard him click his fingers, bringing the dogs to life to follow him.
Heather sat alone in the dirt amongst the bins and rubbish of the back alley, the taste of his cock and cum in her mouth, the disgusting feel and smell of the dog's tongue on her face. It had been a while since a stranger had used her, since before Carl left and her service to Alex began. But it was these moments that reminded her of what she was. Because no matter how disgusted she felt, how dirty, used and ashamed, she couldnt help the ache that had grown and grown and now raged between her legs, demanding attention, demanding release.
The urge to spread herself open, there and then, and thrust her fingers inside to cum washed over her. It was forbidden without permission, but she couldnt stop it, she needed release, she couldn't go back to work with out release. She needed it more than anything.
Lifting one knee vertically, her skirt slid to her waist, exposing her naked cunt, her hand moved to sink all four fingers between her swollen wet lips. She made herself cum right there, propped up on one hand her legs bent and splayed, desperately finger fucking herself to completion.
As the afterglow of her orgasm faded, the reality of where she was and what she jad just done cut through.
"Fuck" she said out loud as she pulled her hand away from her cunt. Drawing her legs together, she wrapped her arms around them and pressed her face to her knees, curling into a ball and trying to block out the world around her.
"Fuuuuck!"
She couldnt return to work. She was a mess. Julia owed her anyway so would have to cover. But that was the least of it. Regardless of work she would have to return home at some point, and he would know. He always knew.
Selfish pleasure was one of the worst sins of a slave. She existed to serve her Master, not herself, and there would be consequneces for her conciet.
She hugged her knees tighter and swore again. This is exactly why she needed him. She was not strong enough to control herself.
It had always been like that. 'Heather appears to lack any impulse control' her teacher had told her mum once. And he was right. Which made it impossible to stop eating, stay in school, hold down a job, keep a man. God. She remembered when she had gotten the internet in her first bedsit. How she had rubbed herself sore to porn, before discovering the forums and chat rooms, leading to the endless stream of men demanding to be serviced. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
Until Carl found her.
Until Carl taught her what service really meant. Showed her how to quiet the incessant noice and yearning through structure, and service, and belonging. He gave her something more. Something important to be for.
Her eyes welled up at the thought of him. She missed him more than she could fathom.
She breathed deeply and calmed herself. There was no escaping it. She knew what had to come next.
"Are you ok?"
The tentative voice cut through her revery. Bringing her back to the moment. To the alley, where a middleaged woman was standing in the doorway to the back of one of the shops. Heather looked at her for a moment, still gathering her thoughts.
"Are you ok love? Has someone done something to you?"
"Oh. No. I'm ok. She dredged a smile and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, realising what she must look like.
"Are you sure love? Do you want me to call someone?"
"No. No. I'm ok" she assured her as she clambered to her feet. "Sorry. Its just been a crazy day" she said.
The woman looked her up and down and cocked her head to one side, a kindly almost pittying look on her face.
"Anyway. Thanks for caring. I had better get going" heather shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot for a moment before turning and walking back toward the busy street, feeling the womans gaze on the back of her head.
At the bus stop she messaged Julia with a made up excuse about a family emergency and begged her to cover.
***
The house was empty when heather got back. She showered, standing beneath the cascading warm water, her mind lost to thoughts of Carl and those first weeks of training. The beating he gave the first time she made herself cum, not knowing she needed permission, not knowing the significance of it. How she had screamed and sobbed, and how he had held her after, saying nothing, doing nothing. Just wrap his arms around her as she let everything out.
She missed him. Alex had his way, knew what to do, knew how to keep her, but he wasn't his Father, and there was always something she could not put her finger on, something performative about his role. As if he was acting the role of Master.
She dried herself and made her way from room to room, tidying. Making sure cussions were placed and everything was where it should be, finishing in the lounge she opened the chest that doubled as a coffee table and removed the riding crop and leather paddle to place them neatly upon the lid, ready for use. Then she moved to the rug that lay infront of the fireplace. She knelt, legs slightly parted so her knees were inline with her shoulders, as she bent forward to touch her forehead to the rug. She stretched her arms out infront of her, crossed her wrists and waited for Alex to return.
***
She had been kneeling like that for over half an hour before Alex returned home. She said nothing as he saw her there, recognising the position and what it signalled. He sat in the armchair admiring her raised arse and offered body.
The silence was loaded, screaming to be filled, but Heather knew better than to break it.
She remained in submission, feeling his eyes on her body, exposed, vulnerable.
"I hope this isn't because you let him down." He said after what seemed like and age.
"No sir, I don't think so. I did what he asked for."
"Something else then."
Silence fell once again. She knew he would know. She was so desperately predictable.
"You've been selfish, haven't you"
"Yes sir." She replied.
"You couldn't keep your hand away from that needy cunt, could you."
"I tried. I tried Master, I just needed to do it."
"Desperate little slut. Where?"
God. She knew he would ask, make her tell him the details, humiliate herself
"In the alley behind the the high street. After I serviced your friend... I sat in the dirt and i made myself cum with my fingers."
Silence.
"Get up!"
Heather struggled to her feet obediently, her muscles and joints complaining having been fixed in position for so long. She pulled herself into the standing position. Feet together, hands by her side, eyes straight ahead.
"It seems to me, spanking your whore arse is no good when it is your cunt that is the problem."
Alex picked up the leather paddle and turned back to face Heather.
"Inspection"
Heather responded automatically, spreading her feet apart amd raising her hands to clasp them behind her head. She continued to look straight ahead, heart now pounding, knowing what was coming. She had recieved such a punishment just twice before, both from Carl. Once for saying no to a man who he had told could have her. She hadn't known who he was, but that had not satisfied Carl. The second was for asking him not to fuck her arse for the 5th time in one day, she had been so sore and it had slipped out. Both times the pain was unbearable. But she knew Alex was right. It was her cunt that had betrayed her, her selfish needy cunt that ached even with the prospect of being beaten.
He touched the face of the leather paddle to the inside of her thigh and slid it upwards to touch against the lips of her cunt.
"What are you being discliplined for, slave?"
"For being selfish, Master"
"Which bit of your whore body needs to be disciplined, slut?
"My...my cunt, Master"
"Do you think I am being too hard on you slut?"
"No. No Master, you are right. It's what I deserve."
"So, you want me to beat your cunt?"
Heather swallowed, she was tingling all over, her naked skin exposed, her cunt aching, her stomach tightening. Forcing herself to remain in position, as he pressed the leather to her cunt.
"Well?"
"Yes!" She blurted "yes master. I want you to beat my selfish needy cunt Master." The words tumbled from her lips as her head raced, remembering the pain, knowing it was the last thing she wanted and at the same time the only thing she needed.
Alex's hand flicked back and then forward with a fast savage flick of his wrist. The leather connecting sharply with her mound making her cry out in sudden pain, clamping her thighs together, almost toppling, but holding it together enough to keep her hands clasped behind her head as she straightened herself.
"Thank you." She said as firmly as she could muster.
He touched the leather once more to her stinging cunt. Holding it there, flat against her before THWACK!
She shreaked. Thighs clamping together, shaking, struggling to remain upright as her head span and her legs spasmed.
"Thank you Master" she forced through gritted teeth.
She was shaking, forcing herself to spread her legs once again, every muscle screaming at her to pull away, to hide, to protect herself.
THWACK!
Her legs buckled as she screamed, Collapsing to the floor to wrap her arms around her knees and curl into the feotal position, swearing into her knees as the pain gradually dissipated.
"Stay down" he said. "On your back knees up and apart."
He stood over as she slowly released her hold of her legs, extending them as she rolled onto her back. Her face was wet with tears. She snivelled as she drew her knees up and spread them, exposing once more her puffy red cunt. She wanted to plead with him, to ask it to stop, but she knew better than to beg. Furthermore, despite everything, she knew she didn't want him to.
He stepped over her so he was standing with a foot either side of her stomach, facing down her body. Then he lifted his righ foot and placed it between her legs and to the side of her right arse cheek so her leg was hooked around his. He took firm hold of her left knees with his left hand so she was now unable to close her legs. He bent and brought the paddle down hard on Heather's tender cunt.
THWACK!
she screamed.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Nolonger waiting for her pitiful thankyous, he rained the blows onto her sex. Fingers digging into her knee, leg bent and forced up against hers to keep her in place as she lost all sense of anything but the pain, writhing and thrashing and screaming and sobbing.
20 blows he counted, before he dropped the padel and released her shaking body. Her cunt was a bright crimson swollen puffy mound.
He left her sobbing and shaking as he fetched the cream from the fridge and returned to kneel between her legs.
He applied a generous pile of the aloevera lotion to his fingers and tenderly touched to her raging swollen pussy. She flinched and whimpered.
"Sh sh shhhh. Its ok. Stay still"
She did as she was told as the cold soothing cream was spread over her sore and burning lips. It hurt, but at the same time it was soothing. He moved his hand in a gentle circular motion, gently massaging it, the circles centering on her swollen punish clit, smaller and smaller until it was just her clit he was massaging. She whimpered, her eyes closed, her legs splaying a little wider.
He pressed ever so gently and she moaned. The pain and discomfort mingling with the pleasure. It was delicious.
"Fuck!" She swore as she felt her body responding, her hips pressing up to meet his fingers, knowing she was going to cum. Her tortured body tense and aching, every muscle and nerve straining as she felt it building.... and building.... and....
He pulled his hand away.
"Nooooo! Please!? Please!!"
She thrust her hips lewdly, her puffy glistening crimson mound crowned by her engorged clit. "Please Master"
He thrust all four fingers into her and she came hard, fucking her abused cunt againt his fingers, body wracked with shuddering pleasure and pain until it was spent. Her hips dropped back to the carpet, her breathing ragged, every nerve in her body tingling.
He wiped his hand on the inside of her thigh and laughed as he stood up.
"Well you won't be touching that again for a little while."
End of chapter 1
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All feedback (positive and negative), very much appreciated.
Is it too slow a build?
Could it do with more description? E.g. tge lay out of the sofa and coffeetable and rug etc.
Anybits that don't work? (Please don't just gesture to all of it
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