AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS: Contains elements of reluctance, lots of anal sex, BDSM, spanking, and piss drinking. Furthermore, contains no vaginal penetration at all thus far, and the story might not include any in future chapters either. Time will tell. Expect lots more anal sex and other fetish elements, however.
This is part 3 of an ongoing series. You have any requests for a specific kink to be included in a future chapter? Leave it in the comments and I shall see what I can do. There will be no kink-shaming from my end. Finally, if you're enjoying the series, please make it known so I get the drive and motivation to keep it going. Thank you.
--- DAWN OF CORRUPTION - CHAPTER 3 ---
The room was spinning. Dawn had a hard time staying awake after what had happened, feeling so worn out and exhausted, but she was determined not to fall asleep. Sebastian had left here there. And even though she had wanted him to feel good, she had not managed to make him cum. She couldn't help but feel utterly disappointed, and the fear of him being displeased with her, or of what might happen now, lingered in her mind. Would he come back later to punish her more harshly? She didn't know if she would be able to handle it. But she could not get him out of her head.
She saw him in a completely different light now. He was intimidating and frightening when he was angry at her. She had feared that part of him a little bit - And she hated herself for feeling this way, because she wanted to accept him completely. But the moment he had started to spank her, and forced her to perform such depraved acts with him, Dawn had felt a strange connection to him that she had not expected to feel. Outside of the bedroom, he was an intelligent and caring gentleman, but in the bedroom, he seemed to have high demands and a dominant streak that was surprising to say the least. But Dawn had no problem with being submissive for him. She just wanted to be with him.
It was still not even dinner time. Dawn had been laying on the bed without moving for a long time already. At first, she thought he might come back to her room. It was becoming obvious now that she had been mistaken about that. She had failed him, hadn't she? Dawn put her hands over her face and let out a frustrated groan. "Why didn't I just listen to what he saaaaaid.." she thought to herself, full of regret. She needed to figure out a way to make this all up to him, or else she might lose him. That thought horrified her. The crush she had on him had turned into something else. Something far greater. She felt a desire to just be near him now. To just be with him. Belong to him. She wondered if she was falling in love with him, because the thought of him being gone made her heart ache with a sadness that was immeasurable. She must not lose him, no matter the cost and the humiliation. She was prepared for any punishment.
Dawn reached down and felt her anus, still slightly sore and wet from his cock's earlier ravaging. She was amazed by how it was capable of opening up like that, to allow him in. Her whole ass had opened up to him. She could not believe she had done such a naughty thing, nor how amazing it had felt. Her first two orgasms, ever, had been experienced through anal stimulation - Something she would never have expected. She was feeling very sore, and like she was a pervert, and she needed to take a shower to cleanse her mind and her thoughts and her sins.
She rose from the bed, walked over to the bathroom door, got out of the sweater that he had let her keep on during their sexual encounter, and turned the shower on. Dawn stared at herself in the mirror as she waited for the water to get hot enough. She was completely naked, her hair disheveled and full of sex and sweat, her face red and flushed. Her nipples stood erect on her chest, even now. It was almost impossible for her to think of anything else than what they had just done together. She turned around and bent forward a bit, inspect her butt. Her anus looked slightly puffed, and it was also red.
She was surprised it hadn't hurt her more than it did, and she wondered how it would have been had he not been gentle and patient with her. Her eyes then fell down to her pussy, and she saw how wet she still was. Between her legs was a small pool of fluids - Clear, shiny liquid. But she felt ashamed of herself. He had been quite gentle, all things considered. He had taken his time, to make sure she didn't hurt. To make sure she enjoyed the experience. He was an attentive lover. Why had she not done the same for him? She had been so preoccupied with her own emotions and lust that she had forgotten about what he wanted. What he needed. Dawn sighed, and felt that she needed to prove herself to him, and she wasn't doing a good job of it. He said he didn't like bad girls, but he hadn't meant just girls who were bad in bed, had he? Dawn suddenly realized that maybe it was both - Maybe her disobedience angered him, but maybe her lack of sexual experience also made her bad in bed? She had no idea, but the thought was heavy, and it gave her pause. She had failed to be good enough for him, but how could she show him she wanted to do better? That she wanted nothing more but to be pleasing to him?
She walked into the shower, sighing with pleasure and a tinge of pain as the warm water flowed down her body and hit her sore butt. Her mind kept drifting back to what he had told her about wanting her ass. She had manifested that, really, when she told him she wanted to remain a virgin until after marriage. Did that mean that each of their encounters, if they would have more in the future, would always be about anal sex? That thought, surprisingly, didn't bother Dawn in the slightest. The thought of having his cock in her butt - of being his anal plaything - It seemed exciting to her. Even more exciting than giving up her virginity. It seemed like the best of both worlds. She could save her virginity for marriage, yet still be sexually active with him. It was like a loop-hole to avoid God's wrath, or at least, that's what Dawn told herself.
She felt powerless whenever she was with him. Her body completely under his control. But then, he had punished her. She had wanted him to climax so badly, and he hadn't. Dawn blushed hard as she washed her hair, thinking about him punishing her with his pee down her throat. That had been the most humiliating experience of her life, but she had sort of accepted it and even kind of liked it towards the end, and she didn't even fully understand why. But she had disobeyed him. And he had punished her for it, by making her drink his pee, and it seemed like the most natural of things in a way. Break the rules and get punished.
She could still feel a slight aftertaste in her mouth, even now. Somehow, it was growing on her. Arousing her. Her body almost seemed to be craving for more of his piss inside her, for him to mark her very insides with his naughty scent. She couldn't explain herself, or understand why she felt this way. She wasn't sure if he would punish her again in the future. And if he did, would she like it? Was there anything in the world more submissive than taking a man's fresh pee right into her mouth, and drinking it down? Somehow, Dawn felt that she deserved to be punished further for her failures. That Sebastian ought to pee down her throat again and again, as much as he wanted, until she learned to be a good girl. The thought made her wetter than she already was.
Dawn finished showering, turned off the water and stepped outside of the shower cabin to grab a towel. As she did, she noticed how quiet her room had suddenly become. How empty it felt without his presence now. She needed to text him, or call him. She needed to say something. Do something. The thought that she might lose him if she didn't keep him interested was too much to bear. She needed to be better. She needed to show him she wanted to be good for him. The shower had given her time to think. The hot water on her body had relaxed her, but also made her realize how badly she needed his approval. Nothing mattered more. She wanted to be his, and she wanted to be good for him. The thought of him being out of her league was hard to ignore, but she knew she had to do better. Try harder.
Dawn dried herself off, and looked at her phone. No missed calls or new texts. What if he decided that he had enough of her already? What if this was the end of their relationship? Her heart ached at the thought.
- "No! I need to do something." she said out loud to herself. She fell back onto the bed and tried to think. Then she noticed it. His scent on her bed sheets. It had been right here that he had taken her, dominating her and forcing her to do things that were so taboo. He had made her feel so submissive and needy. And that's exactly what she wanted to be, now. She wanted to belong to him. To obey him, and make him feel good. If she was a good girl for him, he would not give up on her, surely? Or had he just played with her, and was not interested any more? One thing, Dawn was certain of - She wanted to give him as many chances to love her as possible.
She felt ashamed about how much she had enjoyed his punishment. But it had not felt exactly like a punishment at the time - She had felt humiliated at first, sure. But then the feeling had shifted. Somehow, she had understood that she was in a state of submissiveness, and that he would not give in until she had done what he wanted. He had to feel that she was worth his time and effort, or else he would probably move on. And she didn't want that to happen. Dawn knew she could be even more submissive. She just needed a little push. A gentle touch, a kiss, a little training. She needed Sebastian. And she needed to make sure that he wanted her in return.
Dawn rose from her bed, feeling slightly guilty now. But she knew what she needed to do. She couldn't leave it any longer. She took her phone and texted him.
- "I am sorry I was a bad girl. I want to prove that I can do better. Please?"
That was it. She put the phone away, and tried to look for some clothes in order to dress herself. Truthfully, she had a lot of studying to do, but she had no desire to study anything except Sebastian. Right now, there was only one thing on her mind.
