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This Is What You Wanted Ch 02

This Is What You Wanted Ch 02

by bacchaewiththegoodhair
20 min read
4.55 (25600 views)
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Getting some very encouraging attention and feedback for my very first story, so thank you all! This second installment is more heavy on the BDSM elements, and is still very much a nonconsent fantasy. It is not an endorsement of nonconsenual sexual acts. Please consider reading something else if that kind of material may be triggering to you in any way.

"Here's the deal, Soph. I came here tonight to take what's rightfully mine, which is this sweet, soft, warm body. The way I see it, you're at my mercy. I'd love to take those panties out of your mouth, give your jaw a break, hear that sweet voice, and use that pretty mouth. But I need to know that you can be trusted." I look my captured prize up and down. The sight of her spread legs, her tits wobbling slightly with each slight movement; I would think she was a dream if I couldn't feel her trembling against me.

"Understand that if you decide to scream and draw attention to us, or if you try to use your mouth to hurt me, there will be consequences. You won't get a second chance from me, I'll gag you again and you'll be punished in ways you can't even begin to imagine. Can I trust you, Sophia?" She hesitates, but then nods slowly, and I can't help but smile.

"Good girl," I coo, tearing the tape from her mouth as quickly as I can. She winces slightly. I pull the damp fabric out between her parted lips and she closes them carefully, moving her jaw around to try and soothe the aching. "What do you say?"

"Um...thank you?" she replies meekly. I twist one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she cries out a little.

"How about a little more respect, slut?" I prompt, knowing she knows exactly what I mean.

"Thank you...Sir." If I didn't know any better, I'd say she squirmed a bit.

"That's very good. You are a quick study, my little fuck doll." I reward her by leaning down to softly lick and suck on her nipple, eliciting a soft little moan from her.

"Why...why are you doing this? Why me?"

"Because you're a stuck-up cunt who needs to be reminded of her place. Your body was made to be used and fucked. I don't think you're good for anything else. I think deep down you know it's true." Not that deep down, because she had texted me those very words a few weeks ago. "Now, your sopping pussy got my cock all messy, and I think you owe it to me to clean it off, after I was so nice and made you cum so many times. It's the least you can do, wouldn't you agree?" As I'm speaking my hand is back down at her well-fucked hole, feeling my cum start to leak out of her. I gather some of it onto my finger and bring it to her lips. She parts them at my gently nudging and without prompting begins to suck my seed right off, even using her tongue a bit. I pull my hand back.

"Yes, Sir." It's just above a whisper, and I can hear the conflict and shame in her voice. Delighted, I push myself up on my knees and let my cock hover just inches from her mouth. I smear the coated head across her lips, and she groans in disgust. Music to my ears.

"Tongue out." She's slow to obey, but when she finally does, I rest my cock squarely on her waiting tongue and she begins to lick my shaft clean of our mixed juices. I can tell from the noises that she makes that she's not enjoying the taste, but she dutifully cleans me off completely, switching between long licks and sucking the length of it into her mouth.

"Wow. I just can't get over what a good cock whore you are, Sophia." She blushes and can only bring herself to nod halfheartedly. I grip her one of her tits hard and then start slapping it up and down. "Your new owner just paid you a compliment, you cunt."

"I'm sorry! Thank you, Sir!" she gasps out, and I stop smacking her around and reward her with gentle caresses to her stinging flesh.

"You'll learn, I'm sure of it. Now, give me a kiss. A

real kiss

, and I'll give your arms and legs a break from being stretched so much."

She whimpers in anguish, but nods, giving me a quiet, "Thank you, Sir." I lean in and press my lips to hers, curious to see just how convincing she could be. My fuck doll does not disappoint, kissing me back tenderly, letting my tongue in to explore the warmth of her mouth. She sighs softly, and I pull away with my mind a bit hazy. The softness of her lips, the smell of her hair, the flush of her skin. She was intoxicating.

I still had so much planned for her, so shaking myself out of this reverie, I began the work of detaching her from the bed. I start with her legs, untying the rope connecting her ankle cuffs to the footboard. I clip them together with a short chain to ensure her movements are still hindered. She groans with relief being able to close her legs and relieve the soreness in her hips and calves. "Thank you, Sir," she sighs.

She lies in an uncertain silence while I rummage around in my bag for the next items to aid in my fun.

I lay everything out on the bed by her feet and pull the ski mask over my head. I can't resist anymore; I need to see the trepidation and fear in those eyes. I decide to get dressed again, to make her feel her own nakedness even more. I slide the blindfold off of her, and she blinks a few times, adjusting to the light. Her eyes are still red and puffy from crying, and she takes me in with a startled look. She looks down at her own nude body, covered in red marks from my hands, then back at me, and definitely looks overwhelmed. I suppose Man in Ski Mask is not the most calming sight when in such a vulnerable position.

"What are you going to do with me now?" she finally asks. There is a distinct tinge of fear in her voice, but I think I also detect a hint of excitement. Or so I convince myself. My hand cups her cheek, and she tries to shy away from me. I forcefully jerk her face back to look me in the eyes.

"Whatever the fuck I want, my filthy little slut. And boy are you filthy! You've got cum leaking out of that freshly fucked snatch." I untie her wrist cuffs from the headboard, grabbing both wrists to help her stand up next to the bed. I spin her around and connect the rings to each other, forcing her to push her tits out. I start groping them roughly, squeezing and pushing the huge mounds together, pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples, getting her all worked up again. Seeing the arousal mixed with fear adds a whole extra dimension to this night.

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"You have the most perfect tits, whore. But I know how we can make them look even better," I say, laughing deviously. She looks confused until I pick up a long coil of soft cotton rope. She starts shaking her head again and trying to back away from me. I start smacking her tits around again. She squeals and I relish the panicked, now unencumbered sound. I grab each nipple tightly and pull up, forcing her onto her toes.

"Listen you stupid slut. These tits," I pinch harder to emphasize, "belong to me now. I can do whatever I want with them, and you're going to be a good girl, and say 'Thank you, Sir,' no matter what I do. Understood?"

"Yes! Yes, Sir!" She whimpers, and I let her tortured buds go. I lean down to kiss and suck each of them to soothe the aching a bit.

"Good girl. Now, tell me who owns these big tits." I palm them in each hand, admiring how they barely fit in my grasp, with much of the soft flesh spilling out around the perimeter of my fingers.

"You own these tits, Sir," she replies, her eyes shining with fresh tears.

"And you'd do well to remember that, slut." I take my rope and set to work wrapping it around the base of each breast in a figure 8 before tying the ends off behind her back. Her tits bulge beautifully, standing out from her chest proudly. They feel nice and firm to the touch and are sure to cause her some discomfort. She shifts nervously on her feet, looking away from my devouring gaze. I take a second length of rope and double it over, reaching around her waist to thread the ends through the loop and pull it snug around her. I then feed the ends through her legs, pulling it up tight into her slit. She yelps a little at the rope's pressure on her most sensitive parts. I reach between her thighs and feel around to ensure that both sides of the rope are positioned on either side of her clit, before pulling it tight and cinching it off in the front.

"You don't have to tie me up like this. I promise I'll be good. I'll cooperate, do whatever you want," she offers, sounding quite uncomfortable and distraught, as I step back to admire my handiwork. Legs hobbled with a short chain, arms pinned behind her, tits tied up and nearly bursting, and a crotch rope rubbing all the right places between her thighs, she was almost perfect. I grab the final touches and step closer to her. I hear her breath catch in her throat.

"As much as I love hearing that you want to be an obedient little slave for me, I have to tell you that I'm not doing all of this simply to keep you from misbehaving, pet. Now listen closely." I close one clamp around her left nipple and watch her grimace. "It's to remind you of how helpless you are." I add the other one to the right nipple, and she cries out when I give the chain connecting them a tug. "And to remind you that I own every inch of you." I hold up a leash and loop a finger through the front of her breast ropes, pulling her closer to me. I can hear her swallow hard. "I don't need all these bells and whistles to subdue you. I need them because I want to torment your body for my pleasure. Do you understand?" I clip the leash to the front of her crotch rope, pulling it to increase the pressure on her swollen clit. I'm gifted with another sweet cry from my little trussed up fucktoy.

"Yes, Sir, I understand!"

"Good girl. Now, let's go for a little walk, slut." I tug on the leash and Sophia starts taking little hindered steps to try and keep up with the tautness of the leash. It's really a lose-lose situation for her. If she doesn't keep up with me enough to bring some slack to the leash, the rope grinds into her sex brutally. If she walks too fast, the short steps cause her bound tits to bounce up and down more, gravity pulling her nipple clamps downward. This torment caused the most delightfully frustrated noises to escape her lips as I led her down her hallway and into the living room. I lead her around in several circles, my cock hardening hearing her pathetic little cries.

She was so distracted by her predicament, the first time I stopped her to ask why I had her tied up like this, she looked confused for a moment, which meant we had to do another lap. The next time she was ready to answer, but paraphrased rather than quoted me directly, so back around we went, me leading her on a leash rubbing her delicate pussy, her tied tits swaying with the weight of the clamps.

Finally she seemed to get her head on straight, though she sounded flustered and out of breath from the ordeal.

"Why have I tied you up like this, slut?"

"To remind me of how helpless I am, and that you own every inch of me," she recited back to me miserably.

"Very good girl," I cooed, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss, before guiding her over to her couch. I nudged her so her thighs were pressed up against one of the arms and pushed forward on her back so she was bent over. Her strained tits were hanging down, the chain connecting her clamped nipples crumpling onto the seat of the couch under them. Her ass was pushed invitingly upward, my first good look at it of the night. I grab two handfuls of her ample cheeks, mauling the soft flesh with my fingers. Though the rope is still pulled tight into her snatch, I slip my fingers between the strands and inside of her fuckhole. She gasps and moans softly while I move two fingers in and out. No doubt she's still slick from the load I filled her with before, but this cunt is also leaking its own juice again. I shove my fingers into her mouth, and she starts cleaning them off almost immediately, to my great pleasure.

"You've been a good girl so far, but I still do have to punish you for what you were doing on this couch earlier, Sophia," I say, pulling my fingers from between her lips with a subtle 'pop.'

"Wh--what do you mean?"

"You don't remember letting some guy get that little cunt all creamy earlier?" I grasp the back of her crotch rope, using it like a handle to hold her in place. I pull up on it, forcing additional pressure onto her clit. She groans, her hips trying to follow my hand to relieve some of the pain.

"Yes, but that was before--" I pull up again, and she cries out.

"You've always been mine, slut. It didn't just start when I climbed through your window. So when you let other men touch what belongs to me, you need to be punished for it. Let's play a little game to help decide your fate." She whimpers softly and shifts, trying to get comfortable in her intentionally uncomfortable position. I spot a pad of paper and a pen on her coffee table and scribble down a number.

"I want you to tell me how many strokes you deserve for being a such a slut earlier. If it's the same or more than the number I wrote down, that's what we'll go with. But if it's lower, then I'll double it till it's higher than my number." I idly rub her ass cheeks while she considers, occasionally squeezing them and letting my fingers dip between her legs. She moans softly, grinding herself into my hand. I start to get the sense that she's stalling, when her moans get louder and more exaggerated. I pull my hand away and slap each cheek, loving the sight of them bouncing from the impact. She whines and her cuffed hands ball into fists.

"Out with it, whore," I demand, moving so I'm standing in front of her. The color of her tits is starting to darken a bit from the ropes binding them, and her nipples are being pulled and twisted in different directions from how she's pressed into the couch. I reach for the chain between those swollen, tortured udders and pull, eliciting another sweet cry from Sophia before she gasps out the number 10. I smile wickedly at her, holding up the scrap of paper with the number '25' scrawled on it.

"So, if we double 10, that makes 20...tough luck, slut, that's not high enough, so we'll just double it again... 40 it is!" I say with glee.

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"A lot of math for a fucking rape," she mutters under her breath. I grip her hair tightly and pull her face up to look at me.

"Oh, you didn't like my little game, Sophia? Would you rather I just spank you until you lose your voice from screaming? Fucking ungrateful little bitch!" I pull her nipple chain again, yanking it around while she yelps.

"No, no please! I'm sorry, Sir! Please--

AH!

" My cock twitches hearing her meek little pleas. I drop the chain, and she slumps down, breathing heavily.

"You know what, whore, I think this would be way more humiliating for you over my lap, don't you?" She whimpers out a feeble '

mmhm

' as I step behind her again, pulling her up by the back of her tit ropes. I hold her against me so she can feel my rapidly hardening dick press into her back. "Ask me like a good girl, and I'll untie these big fucking udders, slut." I flick the taut skin on each of them and she wails, collapsing more into me.

"Please, Sir, will you please put me over your lap to punish me for being a slut?" she manages. Satisfied, I release the knot on her back and she breathes a sigh of relief when the ropes crushing her melons loosen. It becomes a hiss quickly as the blood starts flowing again.

I rub them for her, cooing in her ear. "Such a good girl, asking so nicely for your punishment."

"Thank you, Sir," she whispers.

"You're very welcome, my little fuck doll. Now," I move to sit on the couch and pull her over to me by the rope between her legs. She actually moans at this, which sends another surge to my cock. "Over my lap now. You look so fucking sexy like this, I don't know how I'll be able to keep track of how many strokes you're getting. You better count them out for me. And of course, thank me for each one." I help her lay over me and caress her tensed-up cheeks.

Without warning, I smack down sharply on her left cheek. She squeals, but chokes out, "One! Thank you, Sir." My cock pulses again, and I continue laying blow after blow on her soft, round bottom. After she reaches 10, her skin feels hot under my palm and is starting to turn nice and pink. I pause to feel between her slit, swiping her clit and making her squirm in my lap. As I continue with her spanking, I start rubbing her clit and don't stop until she moans out, "Twenty! Thank you, Sir." I can tell that, despite her whines and yelps of pain, she's getting close to orgasm. Her pussy juice is started to drip down her thighs, soaking through my pants. I remove my hand from that sensitive little nub and yank on her nipple clamps cruelly.

"Surely you didn't think you would be allowed to cum during a punishment," I say sternly, landing a particularly harsh blow where the bottom of her cheek meets her thigh. By the time I hear, "Twenty-five! Thank you, Sir!" her voice is quivering through her tears, and my cock is pressing hard into her stomach. She's squirming more and more with each strike, wiggling her butt around in an attempt to escape my assault on her increasingly tender skin. I grab the ropes threading through her slippery pussy to hold her in place. Now all of her evasive movements directly result in agonizing friction on her clit.

"What kind of needy whore gets this turned on from being punished?" I taunt, giving her a brief break to rub her bright red ass cheeks. I slip two fingers into her hot, sopping cunt and groan when she writhes against my erection. "Your sniffling and crying can't hide how drenched this little pussy is." I start rubbing her clit again, bringing her right to the edge before landing the next slap. She barely manages the next number, and I decide I'm going to drag out her last five by edging her between each blow. "If you cum before I say so, I will start this whole punishment over, but it'll be on that desperate cunt," I warn.

"Yes, Sir." Her voice is hoarse, and I'm reminded that I should probably get her some water after we're finished, if I want to continue playing with her as hard as I'd like.

"Th-thirty-nine, thank you, Sir!" I start building her up to orgasm, circling her sensitive clit furiously.

"You're going to cum exactly when my palm makes contact with your cheek, whore." I didn't bother expressing what would happen if she failed, but hearing her breathing quicken and feeling her grind into my hand like a bitch in heat, I had a feeling she would do just fine. "Cum now!" I command, spanking her for the final time while wresting a body shaking orgasm from her exhausted body.

When the waves finally subside, she collapses onto me, her fiery cheeks still pointed upward. I help her up and pull her to sit on my lap gently. She winces a bit from weight on her punished ass, and I wrap an arm around her, rubbing up and down on her back. I remove each nipple clamp, eliciting another tortured cry from her trembling lips as the blood rushes back.

"You took your spanking so well," I coo, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple. "Can you tell me why you deserved to be punished, Sophia? I want to be sure that this was an effective consequence."

"Um...because I..." she pauses, unsure of the answer I'm looking for. She chews on her bottom lip while she ponders it. "I deserved to be punished, because I let another man touch what belongs to you, Sir." I knew she was going to be the perfect fuck toy. I know that if I don't sink my cock into her again soon, I might explode.

"Very good girl. Wait right here for a bit, angel." I help her settle onto the couch and disappear into her kitchen to bring her a glass of water with a straw. She eagerly empties the glass, and I can feel her relax a bit.

I stand up and reach for her leash, clipping it back to the front of her crotch rope. "Alright, slut. Let's go. I need to feel all of your holes wrapped around my cock before the night is over." Her eyes widen, but she seems too tired to resist me, so she reluctantly stands and lets me lead her on another agonizing walk back to her bedroom.

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