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Taking Her Away

A quite moan escaped her lips as he slid his finger inside of her pussy. Jayde moved her hips towards him slightly, trying to move his finger deeper inside.

"Anything sir."
 
"Well I was more hoping for suggestions," he laughed, giving her a very serious look. "But I will hold you to that, slut. Don't ever forget you said that. I will collect. But alright, sluck, you've earned my cock."

He bent her over the couch, her ass swaying in the air, as he stepped up behind her and unzipped his pants, his cock springing out, hard and veiny and throbbing. He plunged it into her, slamming it in and out of her, pushing her face down into the couch cushions as he pounded into her, his fingers digging into her bruised ass cheeks.

"That's good whore," he snarled. "Take it. And it looks like your ass is healing. Lets do something about that."

He began to smack her ass hard as he fucked her.
 
"Thank you sir." she said excitedly as he bent her over the couch. She spread her legs for him, her anticipation growing as she heard him unzipping his pants.

She moaned loudly as his cock filled her waiting pussy. Already, he felt amazing inside of her. Her ass was still sore, but not sore enough to take away from the pleasure he was giving her.

Her moans and cries were muffled by the couch cushions as he continued to pump his cock deep inside of her.
 
He placed his hand on her back as he continued to fuck deeper and deeper into her, steadying her as he pounded inside of her. There was a definite feeling of triumph as he pounded into her. It was almost a shame doing her from behind, but the sight of her nice reddened ass was wonderful. And the sight of her chewing the couch cushions as she cried out from his fucking wasn't exactly a sight he'd have passed up for just about anything.

And she'd said anything. He wondered if she realized he might want something that wasn't sexual? He allowed himself a small triumphant laugh.

When he felt her get close to coming, he slid out of her and sat down on the couch next to where she lay.
 
She had never craved someone or something so bad, and now that she finally had him, she felt perfect. Everything about him left her wanting more. He made her realize how little she had settled for by being with John.

As he continued to fuck her, pumping into her hard and fast, she soon found herself close to orgasm. Just as she felt it was going to happen, he pulled out of her. She turned slightly to where he had sat down, a look of confusion on her face.
 
"I haven't decided if I'm going to let you cum today yet," he said calmy. "We'll have a little more fun and see what kind of mood I'm in at the other end. I don't like liars, slut, so I think a good way to determine my mood is to check and see if you really meant it when you said you'd do "Anything" for my cock.

"But first, you've gotten my beautiful cock all slimy. Clamber over here and suck it clean like a good girl."
 
Her frustration grew as he started to speak. Why wouldn't he let her cum? After everything she had done, everything she had risked to be with him, why wouldn't he give her what she wanted?

She began to regret her words. Maybe she shouldn't have said 'anything'. Sighing, she hoped that he wouldn't have her do anything terribly extreme. Whatever he chose, she knew she would do it. She wanted to prove herself to him, she just hoped he wouldn't take things too far.

Moving over him, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. She needed him. Obediently, she took his hard member into her mouth, tasting herself on him.
 
"Very good," he said. He loved making a woman suck his cock with her juices on it. It made it...filthier. Crueler. He gave her a happy grin as he looked into her eyes, begging him to let her release.

"I don't know," he said thoughtfully as she sucked on his dick. "I think we've fallen into a pattern. I fuck you, you come, over and over and over again. Now we don't want this to get boring, do we whore? No of course not. So I've got to find new and interesting ways of doing this.

"Of course, you ALSO showed me a lot of attitude when you first came over. It's not MY fault you lost my game after all. And I can't let that slide, now can I?

"So I think before you cum, you're going to get to see my little playroom downstairs. Now won't that be fun, whore?"

(Hello again!)
 
Jayde tried to concentrate on sucking his dick, but her mind was wandering. She shivered at the thought of his 'playroom', knowing that the things that would take place there would only be fun to him.

He had already inflicted pain on her with the paddle and the clothespins. She had thought those were bad enough, but she knew he had much more in store for her.

(In town for the day trying to get some work done. The whole point of this trip was to 'relax' but I think its brought more stress by not being able to get anything done haha. Hopefully I'll be home by Saturday)
 
He felt her lose her focus and leaned forwards, slapping her hard on the ass.

"Hey," he said, "keep your mind on your work! Come on, you can get me in deeper than that. I swear, you're just asking for the paddle today aren't you?"

(I know how that can be.)
 
She jumped as he slapped her, his cock muffling her cry. Quickly, she pushed his cock deep into her mouth, sucking eagerly to try and avoid the paddle.
 
He laughed as she jumped, then groaned as his cock plunged down her throat. Her desperation gave him a thrill, and he came a little in her mouth. Not a lot, not a solid, thundering orgasm, but enough for him to say she'd done her job. Besides, he was anxious to get to the playroom. He patted her on the head gently.

"Very good," he said, sliding her off his cock. He looked down at her bound form. "Now, as for my playroom...you can't walk all tied up like that."

He leaned down and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and heading downstairs.
 
Mostly, Jayde hoped that if she could please him then maybe he would go easy on her, or at least make a change in plans. As much as the thought of the 'playroom' scared her, part of her wanted to go. Part of her wanted to see what it held, though she had ideas.

She hadn't quite figured out why, but even when he treated her roughly or inflicted pain on her, she still loved it. No matter what he did, he always ended up pleasing her.

A small bit of relief washed over her as she felt his cum in her throat, but instantly she knew it wasn't enough. He would want more.
Her suspicions were confirmed as he picked her up, taking her to the room.
 
The room wasn't really a dungeon. It was just a basement. But he obviously kept...toys down there.

Like one wall covered in whips and paddles. Another with manacles hanging from it. Various boxes full, apparently, of other devices.

He brought her over to a simple table and lay her down on it, facedown.

"I've wanted to get you in here," he said, slapping her ass hard, "for a long time."
 
As he carried her down into the room, her eyes wandered, widening as they took everything in. The various paddles made her shudder as she recalled the pain that had been inflicted from just the one.

She didn't get to see as much as she would've liked, her face pressed down so that she could only see the wall of paddles and whips in front of her.

She bit her tongue as he slapped her, trying to hold in her cries. She knew that the pain would only get worse, and she didn't want him to think that she was already having a difficult time with it.
 
He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. What to use what to use...

He selected a set of toothed metal clamps. These would do, just for a start. He rolled her roughly over and showed them to her.

"These," he said, "Are going to hurt a lot worse than the clothespins did."

He clipped one onto her already sore and stinging nipple.
 
Jayde waited silently, her mind wandering as she tried to picture what he would do to her. She heard him rummaging through things, and felt her heart start to beat a little faster as her nerves began to take over.

She stared up at him nervously as he rolled her over, her eyes wandering over to the clamps that he had in his hands. Her nipples had already been sore from the clothespins, and already, the clamp felt so much worse.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady her breathing, trying to keep calm. By now, she had realized that struggling and freaking out only made things worse. All she could do was take it.

She recalled how painful the clothespin had been on her tiny clit, and she desperately hoped that he would only use the clamps for her nipples.
 
He placed another clamp on her other nipple and looked down at her, his face split into a wide, wicked grin.

"Now where," he said, "should I put this one?"

He began to trace the clip teasingly up and down her inner thigh, the teeth of the clamp scraping softly against her beautiful smooth skin
 
A sound of discomfort escaped her lips as she tried to adjust to the clamps on her nipples. As soon as the grin spread across his face, she knew what he was going to do.

She looked up at him, a look of desperation on her face. "Mr. Harris, please.."

The clamp running over her skin was taunting. She badly wanted to move away from him, but she knew that would only anger him.
 
He leaned down and planted a warm, sweet kiss on her clit.

"You're such an easy slut," he said warmly. There was what sounded like real affection in his voice. "Your clit has been through too much today already; I don't want you to get hurt permenantly. Why if that happened I couldn't come back and hurt you again."

He leaned down again, this time gently pressing his teeth around one of her pussy lips and tugging it aside. Then he placed the clip on it, teeth biting into her over and under the soft cunt lip.

(Went looking in your thread for some ideas and limits...what do you mean by "extreme anal?")
 
She flinched slightly as his lips pressed against her clit, scared of what he was going to do. She relaxed a little as she realized he was just kissing her, but it still wasn't enough to calm her nerves.

"Thank you sir." she said gratefully, glad that the clamp wasn't going to be placed on her clit. The uneasiness came back as she realized that he still had the clamp. Where else would he put it?

She jumped a little as his teeth gripped her lip. As the clip and his teeth dug into her, she let out a cry, her body tensing up.

(I'm not really a fan of anal in general.. but by extreme I mean no fisting, large insertions, etc. I'd prefer nothing anal at all, but I can live with it.)
 
"Shh," he said, stroking her hair. "You're a challenge, slut. I keep trying to think of interesting things to do with you, fun games we can play, things with candle wax and icy hot an electricity. But every part of me wants to just take you and beat your ass black. Funny, isn't it? All these toys and what I really want to do I could do with just my bare hand.

"But since I brought you down here with all these toys, let's use one shall we? I'll let you pick your favorite."

He held up a paddle, a short, many-tailed whip, and a long, cruel looking bullwhip.

"Here's another fun fact, before you pick," he said. "Two of these have an extra cruel little surprise to them you can't tell just by looking. No, I won't tell you which ones or what it is. Just know that whichever one you pick might have a little bonus.

(That's fine, I just wanted to know what you meant. Anal...when I use it in RP's, it's as a power play. I don't find the thought very sexy; although I've never done it, so I dunno.)
 
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