Pleasure and Pain: the Noc

*Note: this story involves consensual S&M. If you don't enjoy pain and degradation with your sex, this is not the story for you.*

The knock comes, firm and short. She takes a deep breath and moves to the door. Peeking through the peephole she can see him, standing in the hall, a slight frown on his face. She takes another shaky breath, heart racing, and opens the door.

A strong hand winds around her throat before he is even through the door. His face follows, his serious eyes on hers, his tongue licking her lips as they instinctually open for him. His first penetration is underway as the door closes behind him.

He maneuvers her by the hand squeezing her neck, pushing her backwards into the open space as his other hand tugs the robe off, baring her body.

"Put your hands behind your back."

She complies, thrusting her chest out and standing up straight, eager to please him. His eyes roam her body like she is an object he is pleased to have bought. It excites her.

Quicker than she sees, his hand snaps out. A strike of pain in her nipple makes her gasp. He steps closer, pinching harder and watching her face intently.

"What do you want to be called tonight? Sub, slut, whore?"

She has trouble focusing on his question as both hands nip at her nipples and her eyes want to roll in pleasure. She breathes in and blinks.

"I just let a stranger into my hotel room to fuck me so... slut. Please."

A satisfied smirk crosses his face. Her nipples receive a final spike of pain and are freed. She sags a little from her upright pose just as his hand comes down in a stinging slap on her left breast. Her eyes close and she moans, thrusting her chest out for more. Another resounding strike. Then two to the right breast. The smart pain is shocking each time and she gasps and moans and feels herself getting wet. One hand wraps around her throat again, choking her, and the other hand keeps going, spanking her tits. He isn't holding back, it hurts, and she is having trouble breathing.

Finally!

Descending into the bliss the pain brings her, she is completely compliant when he bends her over the bed and begins to spank her arse. Groans issue forth, from both of them.

When he tells her to open her legs like a good slut, she moans in ecstasy. He doesn't take it any easier on her pussy. Two fingers thrust immediately into her and begin to fuck her hungry hole. The wet sounds as they slide in and out are audible over her grunts into the mattress.

"You're such a good slut. So wet for me."

She melts in pleasure at the words and almost cums.

"Not yet slut. I own your cunt tonight and you do not cum without permission."

Grabbing her hair he pulls her upright and turns her to face him, a finger playing over her clit as he greedily kisses her, tongue sliding in and out, teeth biting at her lips.

"I'm going to own all your holes tonight slut."

She nods fervently and he smiles.

"Get on the bed slut. On your back. Spread your legs for me."

She is not fast enough for him, as eagerly as she complies. He growls and slaps her thighs as he kneels between them, hastening their descent to the mattress. He runs his hands up from her knees, across her thighs to her pussy, spreading her lips and gazing at his plaything. She shivers, watching his face, wondering what he is planning as he gazes intently down.

Not surprisingly, he drops his head down and she closes her eyes in anticipation. She focuses on the sensation of his tongue running the length of her pussy, slowly, stopping to flick over her clit. A trembling breath escapes her as he lifts off, then she gasps as he plunges back in to tongue fuck her cunt.

The intensity of this man!

He moves up to suck on her clit and thrusts two fingers into her. They are quickly joined by a third. Fast and hard thrusts combine with sucking and then teeth on her clit to push her to the edge.

"Please... please may I cum?"

"No."

The single word makes her groan with a tone closer to real pain than any sound she has uttered so far.

"Hold it."

The command is forceful. She wants to please him, but it is so difficult. His mouth moves away, but the fingers keep building the pressure inside her. She grits her teeth and clutches the sheet. A strangled growl emanates from her.

He chuckles and the fingers are gone. She mewls. Then he starts to spank her pussy, building up from tapping her sensitive flesh to proper slapping. She loves the sound of his palm hitting her bare, wet skin and she moans loudly as the sensations build another orgasm even more intense than the last.

This man. Holy fuck. He is playing her body perfectly, riding the line between pain and pleasure without a misstep.

"May I cum now? Please? Please?"

"No. Not yet."

Whimpers accompany her efforts to hold back the orgasm she desperately needs.

She hadn't even wondered what his other hand was up to until the spanking stops and the cool sensation of a generous amount of lube hits her pussy. Fingers thrust back in. Two... then three. When he slips the fourth finger in and thrusts to the knuckles she squeals. The stretch is a burn and her orgasm feeds off it. Her hands twist in the sheets, her head thrashes from side to side, and she begs.

"Please... please... I can't... please I need to cum now... please..."

"Cum now."

Screaming, she explodes, thrusting her cunt onto his fingers, soaking him and the sheets in her juices. He claps a hand over her mouth and begins to fuck her with his fingers even more furiously than before. She knows she will be sore tomorrow and she loves it, riding the continuous orgasm he is inducing.

Then she feels it. His thumb joins the four fingers in her pussy. She knows what he wants. He wants to own her cunt as thoroughly as possible, every inch of it.

She shakes her head under his strong hand and tries to crawl backwards away from him. He shifts his grip to her hair, other hand still thrusting, stretching, bruising her as it attempts to gain full entry.

"Open your legs slut."

"No," she whispers.

He changes position from her side to kneeling between her legs, applying more force, pinning her chest down with his spare hand and repeating his command.

"Open your legs wider for me slut."

She does. She forces her knees to the mattress, fighting the instinct to close them against the onslaught. The pain is overwhelming the pleasure but an intense orgasm is building. She doesn't know what she wants but her mouth says, "No."

He pauses for a second, looking into her eyes, assessing her intent.

"No doesn't mean anything to me slut. Use your safe word if you need to."

He goes back to fucking her with his whole hand. Harder, it seems. She can feel his knuckles grinding against some internal barrier. She continues to say no and sometimes stop. Occasionally she says please and neither of them knows if she is begging him to stop or allow her to cum. But she never says her safe word.

Finally the pain lessens and she can FEEL his hand inside her as he clenches it into a fist and tells her to cum.

FUCK.

The intensity.

She flies out of her body on a primal scream. Wild thrashing sets in as his fist begins to thrust inside her. The orgasm seems neverending.

Eventually he stills and allows her to calm a little before he pulls his hand out, making her cum once more. She whimpers, worn out.

Crawling up her body, he cradles the wet wild mess he has made and pets her as she calms down.

"Such a good slut. You did so well for me."

Yes, she thinks, I am a good slut.

Calm and comfortable with that, she relaxes into the stranger's arms, waiting for him to own her last hole before he leaves.