Pleasure and Pain: Clothes Pins

Both people in this story are well over 18 and fully consenting lovers.

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Naked curves of white flesh writhe against crimson sheets. Green bruises are fading from plump breasts. Fresh purple bite marks appear to dance across her collar bones as her moaning lifts and drops her chest. Her cheeks have been slapped to a glowing red and her inner thighs have the imprint of his teeth on them. Bright blue pegs lie in stark contrast on the rose brown of her nipples.

Moaning fills the air, building in intensity. Eyes closed, her fists grip the sheets either side of her hips. She has been told she cannot touch herself. She obeys, although the urge to complete her developing orgasm is overwhelming. Knees pull together without conscious thought, attempting to create some pleasurable friction where her need is greatest.

He watches, smiling.

Strong hands land on her knees and she automatically opens for him, legs falling to either side. Her cunt lies open for his contemplation, pink and glistening. Tempted to lick and suck all her juices from her, he takes a deep breath, self control in place. She is not allowed to cum yet. Looking up, he catches her watching him with pleading in her big brown eyes. He shakes his head and his sadistic grin lights up his face.

Her pussy clenches. He has something planned.

His gaze on her body is like a laser, burning a path over the flesh he owns completely in this moment. She drops her head back, submitting to whatever it is he has planned next. A pair of bright red pegs appear over her face and she gasps, comprehending. The urge to close her knees is strong, but she forces them back down to the bed. Fingers slide between her lower lips, opening her up and she nearly cums, but she is not allowed to yet.

The pegs snap into place and two fingers slide into her dripping cunt. Her back arches, her hips lift off the bed and she screams and cums for him, permission or no. He pushes her back down with his other hand and begins to thrust into her, not giving her a break from the pleasure/pain intensity until the sheet is soaked with her fluids. She is whimpering and flinching when he pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean, letting her catch her breath and calm down.

There is a growling noise in the room. It is coming from him, deep in his chest.

Hands grip her ankles and lift her legs out and up, spreading her wide. She is hardly aware, having dropped into a mindless space in her brain full of endorphins and dopamine. The first thrust is fast and deep. She does notice that. He is hard and fills her cunt, pressing the pegs into her soft lips. She cums again immediately, instinctively trying to writhe away from the overwhelming sensations. The grip on her ankles increases and she cannot go anywhere. He is patient, waiting out her orgasms, still and strong above her.

She subsides and he begins to slide in and out, slow and measured strokes, watching himself. His cock glistens with her juices, his length disappearing back inside her pink folds. Looking up, he finds her big brown eyes locked on his. He raises an eyebrow at her. She wants more intensity, he knows this, but he will make her ask for it.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please, harder, faster... I need... more..."

The grin on his face is wolfish, eyes glinting and teeth flashing white amongst the black of his beard. He brings her ankles together, trapping the red pegs. He pushes her knees against her chest, putting pressure on the blue pegs. Watching her eyes roll and hearing her moan, he begins to fuck her hard and fast. She cums so fast again, overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain, dominance and control. He fucks her through the orgasm, revelling in the tightness.

Pulling out, he slides his cock down a little way and rubs it against her arse. He waits for her eyes to fly open and her gasp of anticipation, then thrusts himself into her, enjoying her scream. He does not go slow this time, building to his own release, plunging into the depths of others' taboo. Taking her pleasure and pain for himself, his pleasure.

She is in ecstasy, knees against her breasts, hardly breathing, hands clutching the sheets. Her mind is lost, emptied of coherent thought. Shrieking emerges before his hand claps over her mouth. All her muscles contract in spasms of pleasure.

He cums, growling, groaning, swaying on his knees. Thrusting slower, he eventually pulls away and her legs fall to each side, exposing her abused pussy and arse. He leans forward to release the pegs, red first, then blue.

There is a rush of blood and spikes of pain. She writhes on the bed and he pulls her to him, curling her against his chest, kissing her forehead while she calms down. She sighs and stills, hands curled against his chest. He buries his nose in her hair and relaxes too.