she lays next to Him, gazing at His sleeping form. Pushing her blue black hair from her eyes, she sighed, rolling her tongue piercing around her mouth. She could still taste His semen lodge between the balls of her tongue barbell. her eyes rolled in complete ecstasy. she loved the taste of Him, truth be told, she was addicted to Him. she watched Him stir in His sleep, throwing His arm over His forehead. she lightly traced her fingernail against the groove of the dimple in His chin.
her finger slid down His body, finding its way to the fresh tattoo etched into His chest-the yin yang symbol with a Chinese dragon wrapped around. she smiled as she felt an identical tattoo on her breast. Caressing her own tattoo, she moaned softly, feeling the surge of sexual energy shoot through her body. she wanted Him again. she wanted to feel herself impaled on His cock, bouncing up and down, grinding her hips against His until she burst in orgasmic flames. Sliding down His body, she slid His soft cock into her hot mouth, sucking hard. she loved His cock, especially when it grew in her mouth. She could feel His cock coming to life in her mouth, inching slowly down her throat as it hardened. Vaguely she heard Him moan in His sleep as she deep throated His cock.
"Jesus girl, can't a man get some sleep without being attacked?" He moaned, grabbing a handful of her blue black hair.
she responded by nipping His cock as she swallowed His length.
"Enough! Enough!" He hissed, tearing her mouth away from his cock.
"Please don't take your cock away. I need it, please!" she cried. Tears welled in her violet eyes. He looked at her, His eyes held no compassion. He knew she had no willpower or restraint.
"No more. I told you already, no more. What did I say would happen if you misbehaved?" He asked, His voice hard as steel, His grip on her hair was just as tight. she cringed at the sound of His voice.
"I-I-I would be punished." she stammered. Silently she cursed herself for her lack of restraint.
He never uttered a word as He dragged her by her hair. she didn't even put up any kind of struggle simply because she knew that she deserved every bit of His anger. Jerking her up by her hair, He stood her up between two pillars. Attached to each were two sets of handcuffs and two sets of shackles. He affixed the cuffs and shackles to her sob wracked body. He stepped back and looked at her standing spread-eagled, her hair falling forward, forming a dark curtain around her face. Normally, He loved the sight of her hair covering her face, but this was not one of those moments. Grabbing her long hair, He wound it up in a bun, pinning it atop her head. He gathered her tears from her face, bringing them to His lips, tasting her salty misery. He hated punishing her for mistakes, but He hated her imperfections more. A lack of restraint would simply not do.
"Girl tender your apologies now because you will not be able to do so later." He said, testing the heavy leather paddle against the palm of his hand.
Swallowing hard, shaking her face, vainly tossing the tears from her eyes.
"P-Please forgive me for my lack of restraint. I should know better by now. Please forgive me!" she sobbed. He moved over to her, lightly stroking her face. He loved how beautiful she looked when she cried. The way her violet eyes shimmered with tears, the way she bit on her bottom lip as she tried not to cry out loud, her heavy breasts trembling in anticipation. Looking down, He could see the small golden hoop that pierced her labia shine from her juices that endlessly flowed. Seeing the small hoop clutching her swollen labia gave Him an idea.
"No more speaking, girl. Your apology is noted. I will tell you when and if I forgive you." He said, cupping her breast. Miserably she nodded her head. Sometimes when she was punished she was given leave to let loose with her screams, but being silenced made her punishment even harder. Flicking His finger against her hard strawberry nipple, making it tighten even more. He repeated this on her other nipple, until they stood like arrows from her body. With slow and deliberate motions, He attached silver clamps to her nipples, knowing that she hated having her nipples clamped.
"I know you hate these things, girl, but they will help you learn your lesson." He whispered in her ear. she shuddered, groaning inwardly as the clamps were tightened. Raising the paddle, He brought the leather instrument hard against her breast. The heavy mound jiggled upon impact, her tender flesh rapidly turning red. she bit hard on her lip, almost drawing blood as the hard blows rained on her breasts. The paddling against her breasts made her mounds swell even more, but the fresh tattoo felt like it was pure molten lava poured over her skin. The tears flowed freely ,making her thick eyeliner run ebony rivulets down her face. He knew that the paddling was hurting her, especially against the tender tattooed flesh, and part of Him felt some sadness, but she had to learn. she breathed a sob of relief as the blows finally ceased, her throbbing breasts were swollen and scarlet. Even her nipples had darkened from the tight clamps. Noticing that, He removed the clamps, kissing both nipples tenderly.
"Where I have caused pain, I will cause pleasure." He murmured in her ear. Softly she smiled at the sound of His soothing voice. her moment of calm of short lived as she felt the stinging punch-like blow of His cat o' nine tails. But this was no ordinary whip. Instead of flat strips of leather or suede, His whip was braided green leather strips with suede red roses on the ends. Each crack of the whip felt like a punch. Soon her heart shaped ass was a tapestry of criss-crossing whelps alternating between light, pinkish whelps to deep red ones. she stood on the sheer strength of the restraints holding her up. her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her face dripping black tears.
He could see her exhaustion and knew she had reached her limits, if not gone beyond them. He noticed the faint trickle of blood seeping from her lip where she bit down to keep from crying out. Tossing the whip aside, He freed her from her bonds, catching her limp body in His strong arms. Cradling her, He carried her to the circular king size bed, laying her in the middle of the bed. She vaguely heard the water running in the adjacent bathroom. He came back into the bedroom, sitting next to her. Taking a cool washcloth, He washed off the streaked eyeliner, leaving her face free of any make-up.
"You bore your punishment well, my good girl," He cooed as He cleaned her skin, "I know you went beyond your limits and did not use your safe word when the pain became too much for you to bear."
she nodded her head, smiling brightly. her brow knitted in a slight frown as she fought the urge to speak. Noticing this, He gestured for her to speak.
"I deserved every bit that I was blessed to have been given. I am proud that I bore the pain, and yes, I was tempted to use my word, but I knew that you would want me to bear this." she whispered.
