The Feel of Your Sin

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Contains:

Impact play, bruises, feeling owned, vaginal, anal, and oral sex, rope, marking, primal (elements of)

The Feel of Your Skin

As the rain beats incessantly upon the top of the taxi cab, the window wipers pulse rhythmically in perfect tune with the soft pitter patter against the cobbled streets. The taxi driver doesn't ask questions, when a young woman enters his cab with a thick long jacket, more for cold winds than the wet and damp, with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, he tries not to remark upon the distinctive shade of fresh bruises upon the tops of her breasts.

He does notice, though. The slight adjustment of the rear view mirror reveals his intention even clearer than his eyes being glued to the reflection. The woman presents an aura of calm, collected control as she sits patiently in the seat, waiting for the cab to arrive at her destination. She was returning home, after a long, long day.

It had been bad, but smiling at the thought of the evening's events, she couldn't help feel a new heat from deep within. A yearning to relive the exquisite experience she'd just had. The dull ache and stinging from her breasts and other areas remind her of how safe it felt, how secure and relaxing it was to be under the whims of His touch. She bites her lip instinctively, even thinking of how to turn the tables on their next visit. The buzzing starts, and she leans back and closes her eyes, ignoring the sound, and enjoying the stimulation.

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EARLIER

Bethany takes the time to curse, quite an unusual thing for her given the circumstances, and steps out onto the street from her evening cab. She didn't even want to go to the gathering, but she had taken the time to get dressed, an outfit of a deep purple to contrast and compliment her hair - dyed neon pink, like the heart of an unquenchable flame.

She was so tired from a long day at work, filing paperwork was her day to day, when she wasn't dealing with the grown children in her office. Being in charge of HR, she reported directly to the head of operations, Eric. He had been her one rock in dealing with so many problems with the company; Between the overwhelming sexual harassment training she was organizing, and the strange amount of deliveries she was bringing up to him, she still couldn't understand her feelings.

It had started simply - he respected her, but he intimated an interest. He gave her genuine compliments, and when meetings went a little longer than planned, it was often because they never ran out of things to talk about. Eventually one or another would reluctantly agree that all necessary subjects - for the job, anyway - had been discussed, and yet they spent more and more time together, during work hours at least.

He began to use her more as his personal assistant, and gradually her duties began to change. She was dealing less with organization, and more and more with 'tasks' that he would assign. They got along great - yet it felt a little bit of a slight when he'd ask for 'additional review' of her processes, only to discover that it was over a company dinner.

Since then, she was hooked. He respected her, and yet she felt safe enough to let him do so much more. She walked into the office, and up to the thirty-first floor, and the thoughts of what she had done at that first romantic dinner made her cheeks flush as red as her knees had been on the rough carpet.

She turned the corner and saw the dismal array of food items catered to the party. She hedged her attention, only chatting with the few older ladies she knew from HR, and deliberately staring daggers at the men who made it a point to admire her curves. She burned hot at the thought, first of anger, and then of desire at the right man thinking those thoughts of her.

Then she saw him.

Classically tall, he was handsome, with a very wide set of shoulders. He wasn't exactly skinny, but she enjoyed the figure of a man enjoying retirement. And more than that, she enjoyed his delicate attention, the little things that made it even more exciting when he did the big things.

He knew what to do, and took control, and yet was emotionally vulnerable when they were alone. Her heart fluttered as he pointed to his office and casually walked over. The work day was long over, but truthfully he was never done. He smiled genuinely as he saw her walking, gracefully mind, definitely not like a schoolgirl, skipping seductively.

She blushed as pink as her hair as she entered the office. It was a corner office, and had blinds on all the windows. It was also soundproofed, given the heavy amount of noise that often echoed over an open-office plan. He closed the door behind her, and locked it. She walked forward to set her keys on the table, only to suddenly feel a large hand squeeze her ass.

Then she heard him hiss, "Where do you think you're going?"

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Eric stared at her seductive sway as she walked over to the table to put her keys down. He felt something inside him - primal - a burning need. He had to have her. He had to have everything from her. Her dedication, her devotion, her body.. Everything.

He appeared behind her as she sat her keys down, and grabbed a fist full of her ass. It was so nice. Soft, and shapely, yet a little firm at the center. Perfect for a little bruising, and it jiggled slightly whenever he did things to her. She was, in a word, perfect.

He heard her sharp gasp as she squeezed her ass, his fingertips leaving an indention. He squeezed hard enough that she moaned loudly, but fortunately the sound proofing would prevent anyone from the party hearing them.

"Where do you think you're going?" He hissed in a guttural voice. He squeezed harder, and he could feel her wince and shake a little from the pain. She moaned in response. He smiled, enjoying the feeling of making her his own.

He reached around and wrapped an arm around her body, pulling her closely to him. He felt himself rise, and made sure she knew it by the pressure on her other ass cheek. He could feel her try to press back against him, but his tight grip held her close. She whimpered again, and he could feel the burning need inside him engulf his restraint like a raging inferno.

He needed her. He needed everything about her. Her quivering under his touch made him feel like a god, and her body made him think of an altar ready for worship. He could feel the quivering she made when she became wet, her slick sex filling the air with the musk of desire. He used his right hand to gently push her forwards, then suddenly pushed her down on the desk with a moderate amount of force. He could feel her wince at the pain of her breasts being slammed against the desk, and he could hear her gasps of pain turn to a deep moan.

He pulled at the rope lying against his desk to reveal a premade knot. He wrapped the loops around her hands and tightened the knots, all the while holding her still with his dick pressing against her perfect ass against the table. He tightened the knots, keeping her very restrained, while at the same time ensuring that she got enough blood flow as to not cause damage.

He leaned in and grunted with a gravel voice, saying, "I can't have you damaged now, can I? After all, you're supposed to be available for my every use." He hissed it into her ear, as he pulled against the other side of the rope, pulling her tight against the desk. He flipped her around, like a human fleshlight. He wanted to taste her, and she was his. She was going to be used. And she would love every second of it. Or else.

He held onto her legs as he pulled the rope again, forcing her to be laid out completely upon the table. He loved looking at her body, as if on display. He reached forward and roughly lifted up her bra and pushed it up towards her neck. He copped a feel, his large hands squeezing her breasts roughly. She filled his palms so nicely.

He could be cruel, but he could also be so, so soft. He looked at her body, and he met her eyes. There was a slight fear there, and that excited him, but what made him so pleased was the desire he could sense behind her eyes. He was touching her, feeling her, caressing really, so gently. He played with her body, his hands moving up and down below her dress, gently teasing and tickling her sensitive skin.

She was so gorgeous. Truly, a beauty. Others never saw what he could, they didn't appreciate his tastes. And she was made for him. He smiled as she cooed beneath his touch, as he changed his tone to soft and gentle.

"So beautiful, my precious. So gorgeous. Your skin is so soft, so supple. So perfect to just feel. Just having you here, all tied up, just so I can look you dead in your eyes and force you to see yourself as I see you. An object of desire. My desire. You are so beautiful. So strong. So... vulnerable."

And with the last word, he could feel the tiny spark of darkness invading his consciousness. He still felt a burning desire, but as she sighed so contentedly, he roughly grabbed her breast in his hand. And squeezed. Her eyes went wide and her mouth agape as he suddenly grabbed her nipples and twisted them. She whimpered in pain and in need, and it only made him want her more.

He took his other hand and pulled her dress upwards, and in a matter of moments she was naked, laid bare. She was just exposed, ready to be used like the toy that she was. He smiled, almost maliciously, as he twisted both nipples in his hands. He could feel her slightly buck her hips in shock and in rhythm to the twisting motions.

Yes, her moans were nice, they were like honey to his ears. But he needed more. He needed more than moans, he needed her cries. He pulled out his tool of choice, a long metal rod with a flexible plastic pad at the end. It would hurt, cause bruises and intense stinging and pain - but not actually harm. It was perfect for his use.

"I think it's about time I played some with you," he said, as he started walking around the small round table upon which she was bound. She didn't say anything, so he gave her a strong thwack with the plastic end against the tops of her tips, leaving a large red welt. She cried out, almost in tears, and breathed intensely as she gasped, "Thank you Sir" through the pain. The musk of her scent, delicious and intoxicating, rose further in the air.

"Symmetry."

He thwacked her other breast, right above the nipple. She cried out this time, loudly. Then, he started hitting her at a mild cadence, eventually increasing in intensity. She was reflexively pulling away, but that wasn't allowed. He held her still by grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling it.

"Stay. Still." he growled, a sound of a beast warning his prey not to struggle too much. She nodded silently, and he continued. Left thigh. Right thigh. On the inner side. On her breasts. He gave her a solid thwack, resounding through the air as it hits in intense pain, and she flinched. He grinned.

"You know what to do."

She slowly pulled her legs together, and raised up high up in the air. He grabbed both in one hand, for she was truly tiny compared to him, and pulled the legs forward to expose her luscious ass. And he gave her an extra hard thwack that pushed into her perfect flesh and left a large red welt on her bare cheek. He did it again to the other, and then systematically covered her ass in various marks. Every time she cried out, he felt himself burn even hotter. She was so perfect, especially when covered in marks of his ownership.

It was time to see how well she was responding to him. He reached down and roughly cupped her sex, and felt her juices immediately coating his hand. Oh my, she had already cum. He gently rubbed the outside of her pussy with his fingers, and he found her shifting to try and force his fingers inside. He allowed her to impale herself on his fingers, as she started to gasp and finally spoke, "Oh fuck, yes. Please.. Fuck me with your fingers. I need it."

"Will you be a good Beth for me? Will you cum on my fingers?" he asked. He always wanted her to cum. She moaned out loudly and almost hissed, "Yes, please, god."

He grinned ear to ear, as he began to slide more fingers inside of her. He pumped them in, stroking and feeling the inside of her cavity while crooking his fingers. Her eyes went wide, and even wider as he started to quickly fuck her with his fingers, the entire time rubbing her g-spot. He felt her begin to cum as her eyes rolled back. He quickly plugged her mouth with his cock, having freed it as he was playing with her luscious body. She didn't expect to have a cock in her mouth so quickly, but she immediately swirled her tongue around and sucked at the thick cock invading her mouth. As her orgasm went to its height, he used his grip on her hair and forced her down on his cock, which she greedily took in.

"Good Beth, such a good Beth. Cum for me again." He leaned in closer and continued, "Cum for me again. Cum while I finger you, using you as my personal toy. While I use your mouth to feel good. While you struggle to breathe with my cock in your throat, cum. For. Me," he commanded.

He could feel her almost scream on his dick while she took him deep into his throat as she shook from an intense orgasm. He felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, a thrill, as her pussy surged, gushing forth fluids.

"Let it go. Breathe a little. Now in again. Cum for me again. Just let it happen. Cum for me again. Just let it go. Be a good Beth and cum for me."

This time, as he impaled her again with his cock, only allowing her a brief moment to regain air, he could feel what little breath she gained be exhaled into a rough scream as her legs squeezed so tightly on his hand that he could feel it becoming numb. Her pussy pulsated on his fingers, squeezing and then quivering over and over. Every flex of his fingers during this state made her wince from over stimulation, but he loved every second of it.

He added to the over stimulation by engulfing her exposed nipples into his mouth as he intensified the speed at which he fingered her. He could feel her try to push him off of her, but he was insistent. Her juices surged as she came again, this time with a groan and a cry so loud that it threatened to test the sound proofing even with his cock gagging her. He continued to suck and nibble and roll his tongue over and over on her breast as her hips, completely soaked in her excitement, bucked back and forth on his fingers. He removed his mouth from her nipple with a wet 'pop' as he grinned. He looked down at the precious little thing sucking his cock like her life depended on it and decided that her attentiveness deserved a reward. He gently took her cheek in his palm and moved her to look deeply into his ocean-blue eyes.

"Very good, my precious. My good Beth. You are so beautiful, so gorgeous. So strong and brave. Such a good Beth. You make me feel good. Let me do the same for you, it's only fair, given that I own you."

He pulled his cock from her mouth, which seemed to displease her a little given that she eyed it greedily and slowly licked her lips. He pulled on the rope again to hold her steady as he moved down towards her legs. She was clenching them, trying to keep him out. He chuckled, then pulled some more rope and tied it around the table. He tied it around her legs, perfectly designed to immobilize her wide open while still allowing blood flow. He pulled on the rope and forced her legs open, revealing her soaking wet pussy. The entire table beneath her has a growing pool of juices that are slowly dripping from her.

He had to taste her. He had to know how much she enjoyed herself. He leaned down and put his mouth between her legs, kissing and licking up the fluids on her inner thighs. He licked all around, not caring about the hair here and there. And then he took her engorged and tortured clit into his mouth and began to suck and lick like it was the last meal he'd ever have. She moaned and cried out, even managing to get a scattered, "Oh fuck yes" in between her moans.

He returned to fingering her in much the same way, intent on getting her to cum on his chin. It didn't take long. She screamed, "Oh my FUCKING GOD!" at a volume that would surely have raised alarms. He ignored her and doubled down, as she came and flooded his face. She whimpered and begged, "Fuck me."

He grunted, "You'll have to ask nicely."

"Fuck me, please."

He continued to lick after saying, "You'll have to do better than that. Whose pussy does this belong to?"

"You. Please. Fuck me, please. Please fuck me. It's your pussy. Fuck your pussy, please. Fuck me, I need it. I need you inside me."

He stood up and fully pulled his cock out. Large and engorged, it was extremely thick. He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him and entered her in a smooth motion. She was very tight, with him stretching her wide and making her moan loudly. It was surprisingly easy to enter her, given how incredibly wet she was. He thrust forward as he held her towards him, not letting her pull away at all. He felt his primal urges rise.

"This is my fucking pussy. I'm going to use you as much as I want. You're all tied up, and I am just going to fuck you as much as I want. You are going to be bred tonight."

She moaned louder and louder as he continued to speak. He loved her loud, vocal moans, letting him know how much she truly loved to be used. How much she loved to be fucked relentlessly, with wild abandon. With a primal need.

He felt her clench on his cock and he moaned loudly, exposing how good her pussy felt. She was so wet and so tight, it was perfect for his cock. Eventually he began to feel himself starting to get close. He could feel her shift, and he hissed, "Stop trying to get away. This is happening. You. Are. Being. Bred. NOW."

With the final word he thrust inside and he felt the massive red-hot cum surge from him, straining his muscles and making him feel light headed. Cum spewed in a dozen bursts, filling her up and forcing the cum to ooze out of her. It covered her entire sex, mixing with her own juices and threatening to sink onto the table.

Always ready to take advantage, he pulled himself out and scooped up the chunks of cum oozing out of her into his hand, coating his fingers. He moved his cum covered hands towards her as she was recovering to drip it into her mouth. She eagerly sucks it all up, licking his fingers clean.

"Good Beth, clean my fingers. You enjoy tasting the cum you so diligently earned?"

She looked up with a look of contentment and ease, as if she was exhausted. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't done with her yet. He scooped up more of the oozing mess and smeared it all around his fingers, and then slowly drew small circles around her ass. She moaned deeply as he put two fingers inside her briefly in order to make sure her ass was nice and loose.

Still recovering from her orgasm, all she could do is whimper as he aligned his cock with her other channel. He gradually, but insistently, applied pressure until he was suddenly inside. She was incredibly tight, and he stretched her ass wide. She cried out, in pain or pleasure he wasn't sure, as he began to slowly pump in and out of her ass. Every time he thrust home, it was accompanied by a grunt from him and a whimper from her.

"You have such a nice little ass. I think I'll fuck it regularly. You don't have a problem with that, do you, my dear?" He asked. Of course, he knew the answer as well as her.

"No, of course not."

He started to go faster as the faster he went the better he felt. He must have been fucking her ass in this position for a solid ten minutes before he felt the telltale feeling of his cum rising. He didn't stop. She was his plaything of course. His human fleshlight. Valuable, expensive, but there to be used.