Your little Cum Slut x
Smiling to himself and now having a firm idea of just how he was going to punish her enough for her disobedience, he grabbed something from the drawer.
The bathroom door slammed open, making Rachael jump. She couldn't quite make sense of the expression on Ben's face. He was smiling, but there was something else there. He reached into the shower, grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her towards him. He reached round and gripped her throat, holding her against him. He dangled something in front of her face with his free hand; the Ben Wa balls.
"Open your mouth" His voice was quiet but commanding. She opened wide and he pushed the balls in, making sure they were getting completely soaked in saliva. He pulled them out and slowly moved them down her body. "Bend over" The commanding tone in his voice was stronger. She complied without hesitation. He eased the balls into her pussy and helped her stand back upright. He didn't ask if they were comfortable, in fact he didn't do anything, just leaned back against the wall and indicated that she should finish her shower.
Once finished she stepped out and reached for her towel. His hand slapped hers out of the way. She looked at him and he shook his head. She opened her mouth, ready to protest about her hair, but he placed a hand over her mouth stopping her. He led her silently into the bedroom, the Ben Wa balls making her squirm with every step she took, and laid her down on the bed. Kneeling in between her legs he traced lines with his fingertips from her feet and up her legs. Once he reached her thighs he changed tactic. His nails scraped against her skin, leaving a faint red track in their wake. The pressure built up as he got closer to her cunt. His fingers were achingly close..... and he moved straight on to her stomach. Up towards her tits, where he pinched and squeezed her nipples, just hard enough to hurt but not as hard as she liked. His right hand worked its way up to her throat as the other slid down to her pussy. He hovered above her, his breath tickling her face. Simultaneously he thrust 2 fingers into her cunt and pinned her down to the bed. Her back arched in pleasure as his fingers push the balls deeper inside her.
"I read your note" he said, as his thumb circled her clit.
Rachael grinned at him, "I can tell!"
His fingers tightened their grip on her throat, "don't smile at me little girl."
"Why?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
He slipped a third finger into her soaked snatch and pressed his thumb down hard on her clit. "Daddy's little plaything doesn't get a say in what happens." His fingers quickened their pace, fucking her hard. "I was already going to punish you, but now..." He shifted his body slightly so his right knee was holding her left thigh down, allowing him easier access to her cunt. Fingers around her throat tightened more. Fourth finger enters her. She was practically screaming. Just as she was about to tip over the edge he pulled out. "Now you're going to know what a real punishment feels like."
"Fuck you!" She growled at him, trying to push him off her. His hand slackened around her throat but nothing she did stopped him from pining her down completely.
Ben raised an eyebrow at her, "that's not a nice thing to say is it?" He glanced at the hand that was just deep inside her. "I think I need to stop you saying anything at all if you're going to use words like that." And he slid his left hand into her mouth. She licked and sucked each finger greedily, appreciative moans escaping her lips. "Good girl." He stopped holding her down, removed his hands from her and stood up. "I want you face down, ass up. Now!"
She scrambled into position. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer and squirted some out, directly onto her pert bottom. He picked some up with a finger and made a trail to her waiting hole. Gently he eased it into her. She moaned, enjoying the pain/pleasure mix. He added a second, picking up the pace. His other hand alternating between smacking her cheeks and digging his nails into her flesh. She moved back, trying to get more of him inside her. It was clear to Ben that Rachael was close to cumming just from his fingers so he pulled them out. She let out a little whine of protest. Only seconds later there was pressure at her hole again. She opened up to allow the glass plug to fill her. He knew she would have preferred a third finger before this but her comfort wasn't his priority right now.
"Stay!" He slapped her ass as he said this. She watched as he walked out of the bedroom. She wanted to reach back, rub her clit and cum so bad but she knew he wouldn't be happy with her. She counted down from 100 in her head, anything to make her think of something else. It was almost unbearable. She hit 30 in her countdown and saw him walk back into the room, his clothes discarded elsewhere. Her head followed him around the bed, till he was standing to the side of her, his hard cock level with her face. She licked my lips in anticipation. "Suck Daddy's cock, show me how much you want it."
She parted her lips and took him into her mouth, earning a low moan from him. Licking him up and down, eager to please. She pushed her head down further, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. He gripped onto the back of her head and forced his dick further down her throat. She was held there for a few seconds, as he revelled in her discomfort, before he pulled out. Another whine of protest escaped her lips. Before Rachael got a chance to beg for more Ben positioned himself behind her. He pulled the plug out, grabbed her hips, and eased himself into her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as the pain/pleasure intensified, her knuckles almost turning white as he pressed deeper. Slow thrusts, allowing her time to adjust. Deep inside, filling her completely, he leant forward and attached a leather collar around her neck. She hadn't seen him take it out of the drawer earlier. He fixed the lead to it and give a sharp tug as he started sliding his cock in and out of her ass again.
Her head snapped back. "Oh god!" She cried out. "Fuck me really hard Daddy."
Ben stopped suddenly, dead still. "Did you just say a bad word again?" She shook her head in reply. "I think you did." He picked something up from next to his leg. "I definitely need to do something about your filthy mouth." And he forced the panties she was wearing earlier into her mouth.
He resumed his assault on her tight hole, his grip on the lead causing her head to move back and forth in time with his thrusts. Hard and fast. The head of his cock rubbing against her walls, adding to the pressure of the balls still nestled inside her cunt.
"Don't you dare cum." The tone in his voice was menacing despite the ragged breaths he was taking. Wanting to obey his command Rachael focused on the feel of his cock inside her, the feel of the leather circling her throat, not allowing herself to be taken over by orgasm. She was concentrating so hard she barely noticed when he let out a low moan of her name. He pulled out of her tight hole, a little more roughly than necessary. She felt his cum dripping out of her ass onto her pussy lips and let out a quiet moan, enjoying the sensation. He ran a finger through the trail before presenting it to her mouth. "Do you want a taste?" he asked as he unclipped the lead from the collar. Not waiting for an answer he pulled the panties from her mouth and replaced them with his finger. "Such a good girl obeying me," he said as she sucked his finger, making sure she got every last drop of cum.
Ben grabbed her hair and pulled her off him. "Sit up straight." She flipped over then sat cross legged on the bed. He picked up the pillows and stacked them up at the headboard. "Lean here," he said softly, patting them. He rummaged in the drawer again, pulling out black leather cuffs, their accompanying restraint straps, and a small remote controlled vibrator. Without saying a word he quickly placed the cuffs around her wrists, attached the straps and tied her wrists to the headboard. Then he prised her legs open, just enough to give him access to my cunt, and slipped the small vibe in. He switched it on, around the mid setting, and straddled her. Leaning in close he whispered, "I'm going to go clean up. Once again, no cumming."
She sat there for what felt like hours, when in reality it had only been minutes. She started to cry out as her orgasm built. It didn't take long for him to return and switch it off completely. Panting slightly, she tugged at the wrist restraints. He reached up and held each wrist in place with a shake of his head. Then he turned the vibrator on again, this time to its highest setting. Within seconds she had nearly reached her climax again. Watching her closely, smiling at the frustration in her eyes, he turned the dial all the way down to its lowest setting. She bit her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her swearing at him for the torture he was putting her through. Once her breathing had evened out again, he spun the dial once more. She tried to focus on something else. Saying the alphabet backwards in her head. Spelling out difficult words. Writing out her shopping list. Anything, just anything, to take her mind of the intense pleasure he was denying her. Once more he took something from the drawer; nipple clamps. He licked and sucked on each of her nipples in turn, his hands massaging her breasts, before he attached the clamps. She cried out in pain as he moved his mouth southwards. He reached her clit and gave it a slow, soft lick. Her hips bucked and her toes curled. She brought her knees up, widening the access he had. He alternated licking and sucking on her clit, his teeth occasionally grazing as he knew it drove her wild. And he stopped. There was nothing. Even the vibrator had been turned off again. Rachael tugged harder at the restraints, wanting to reach out and slap him!
"Just fucking let me cum already!" She practically scream this at him. The tension build up was too much. "Please Daddy," she added, in a much softer and quieter voice.
