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Authors: Clarissa Wild

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He pats my hair and walks in a circle around me with a glint in his eyes and a simple smile on his face. He cups my chin and lifts it. “Keep your head up, little fairy. Look at me. Your beauty amazes me. Do not try to hide it. Be proud.” My lip perks up into a tiny smile from his comment. After sitting here naked for a while, I don’t feel so insecure anymore. I do still fear the paddle in his hand as he smacks it onto his palm. He places one foot between my thighs and looks down upon me, a dark aura surrounding him.

“Hold onto me,” he says calmly, precise.

I do as he says, wrapping my arms around his leg, and let my head rest against his shin. His body heat radiates through his pants, warming me up on the inside. It somehow makes me feel at ease. My nipples rub against the fabric, causing sweet agony. I don’t know why the sharp pain makes me want to hug him tighter, but it does.

The grin plastered on his face is as alarming as it is erotic. He drapes the paddle over my back, reminding me of the power it holds but still keeps from spanking me. He strokes my hair like a pet sitting on his lap to the point of it relaxing me
.
For a moment, I’m almost starting to feel content just being here with him, not having to think about anything but his hand caressing me, making me feel better.

It’s a sinful indulgence I shouldn’t give into, but I do.

I do, because I need it. Badly.

“Tell me how you feel,” he says. “And don’t lie. It won’t help you.”

I don’t want to speak the truth, but I know I must. I don’t want to admit it, even if it’s the truth. “Better.”

“Good. See me as your anchor. A pillar to hold onto during times you grow frightened. Cling to the pain I give you like you’re clinging to my leg now. Let it awaken the desires inside you. Let go of your fear and let pleasure take control.” He steps away. “Now crawl to the bench.” He points at it. I move on hands and knees toward the bench. I feel like an animal, debased, and yet my mind is okay with it all. It’s like I’ve accepted everything he does, even though I would normally find this disgusting.

Instead, I feel like I’m prowling toward sensuality, like a cat stalking toward its destiny.

When the paddle lands on my ass, I moan out loud. I didn’t expect the pain to arouse me so much. Its thumping pain excites me, setting the nerves in my pussy on fire. He hits me again, paddling me until I reach the bench.

“Good little fairy … purr for me,” he says. I groan when the paddle lands on my ass again. “Get up on the bench. A leg on each side.”

I lift myself onto the bench and position myself. My ass is awkwardly up in the air, exposed, and when he starts locking my hands to the bench, I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. My heart thunders as he shackles my ankles, too. He muffles a groan as he circles around me and then walks to the rack to pick up a new tool. Another butt plug.

“Don’t worry, little red fairy. Trust that I’ll take care of your sexual needs. I’ll bring you ecstasy through pain.” He walks back to my ass, and I can’t do a thing to stop it. Rubbing lube on me, he warms me up before pushing his finger inside. Squeezing my own hands, I moan as he thrusts his finger in and out, getting me used to the idea of him fucking me. I’d felt the fullness before, but each time is a surprise. I feel dirty. Filthy for him doing this to me. Disgusted by my own body for liking it. My pussy clenches each time he does it, and when the butt plug enters me, my senses spiral out of control. I feel full and stretched, but at the same time, wide open for him to use. And somehow, the thought of it makes me hot and bothered.

Dammit. I’m losing myself in this.

“Oh, your ass is so perfect, Miss Carrigan,” he growls. “Perfect for my cock.” He slaps me, and I yelp, my body jerking up and down in the restraints. “Don’t you agree?”

“Go slow …”

He whacks me with the paddle, hard. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head.

“I do not take orders from you, Miss Carrigan. You take orders from me. You are mine to use and fuck however I see fit, with whatever toys I desire to see inside and on your body. I tell you what to do, and now I want you to tell me how it feels to have my plug in your ass. Speak the truth or I will punish you.”

“Good …” I murmur. It’s the truth. I hate it, but it’s the truth.

It keeps my mind away from the darker corners of my mind. I’m completely absorbed in the moment, and it’s all I need right now. To forget about life … that’s all I need right now. His fucking makes me forget.

The paddle comes down on my ass again. “Louder.”

“Good!” I squeal. “So good, Mister Brand.”

He groans, caressing my ass cheeks with his bare hand. “Such a beautiful contrast between your red ass and your white skin. I’ll make your pretty face flush even harder once I’m done fucking you.”

I gulp, his words sending shocks down my body. His fingers slide between my legs, and I find myself arching to meet his touch. One single finger slips up and down my pussy, making me groan.

“Hmmm … so wet.” He plants a kiss on my ass. “So … ready for me.”

When he removes his finger, I’m left with an unwelcome longing.

“So … you said you don’t want me anymore, because of the way I am or what I did. Let’s change that perspective,” he says. Before I know it, he’s between my legs, underneath me, licking me.

I pant as he laps me up, his tongue uncontrollable, delicious. He sucks, kisses, licks in all the right places, pushing me to my limit. Oh God, this is hot. My restraints keep me from moving; keep me from grabbing something and moving to the rhythm of his tongue. Jesus Christ, this is making me so horny. My stupid guilty brain is telling me this isn’t okay. That I should be angry with him for lapping me up. God, I’m so pissed off that he’s making me want him so much.

“Hmm … you taste so sweet. I could lick you all day and still not have enough,” he hums. “Are you close?”

“Hmhm…” I murmur, biting my lip.

He slaps my ass, but the pain reverberates to my pussy, intensifying the pleasure. “Sweet Jesus,” I cry out.

“Yes, tell me how much you want this. Tell me how much you want my tongue all over your lusty pussy.”

“I want it …” I pant.

As he whacks my ass, the plug moves, and it causes my clit to pulsate. He suckles on my clit, tugging at it, making me cry out from both pain and pleasure. “Do you want to come?” he murmurs against my pussy.

“Yes,” I moan. I give up. It’s useless. I’m no match for this.

“Not yet, Miss Carrigan. I want you to beg me for more.”

“Please … let me come …”

He muffles a laugh. “I’ll make you beg me to spank your ass. That’s how you’re going to come.”

He spanks me again, each blow harder than before, and I squeeze my eyes shut from the pain. His tongue is making me dizzy from desire.

“Beg me, Miss Carrigan. Beg for pain.”

“Please … spank me.” The words come out in a slur.

His tongue presses down on my clit, which thumps from the imminent orgasm. “Now come while I spank your ass.” His mouth disappears from my pussy right before my climax. It’s too late. When his hand comes down on my ass, I explode. My breath catches in my throat as my body falls apart, coming undone from his continued spanking. His teasing was enough to bring me to the point of no return. Worse yet, the spanking only adds to the intensity of the orgasm. It’s so good; I almost want more of it, which makes me believe I’ve truly lost it this time.

I actually want him to hit me in order to come even harder. What kind of fucked-up person am I?

He laughs, sliding his finger into my pussy, surprising me. “Such a wet pussy. You deserve a reward for finally obeying me.” He pulls his finger out and swipes it on my ass then he walks to my front. I see the bulge in his pants before I notice his eyes staring down at me. He rips down his zipper and takes out his cock. I guess he never wears boxer shorts. No wonder he always demands me to go commando as well; it’s what he’s used to.

“Open your mouth. Wide.” He slides in his cock before I have time to wet my lips. He grabs my face and slips in and out of me, watching me intently. His eyes almost peer into my soul as he fucks my mouth, making it hard for me to look away. My clit still thumps from the intense orgasm I just had, and I feel bad for getting aroused yet again. His cock slipping down my throat is just too much of a turn on. After all these nights of dreaming about this to happen, I can’t help but want more. It’s a weakness in me I hate now, a weakness for him; the man I deemed my savior, now turned into the villain he truly was. And still, I desire his approval, his love, and the escape it offers me.

“Yes, Miss Carrigan, do you see how much you like it? How much you want me still?” He groans, thrusting in and out. “Do you understand that there’s no escaping your need?” I want to smack the smile off his face. “Finally you stop fighting and accept it. Such a good little fairy.” He takes his cock from my mouth and jerks off a little before plunging back in a final time. Then he wipes the excess saliva on my cheek and walks to my ass again.

“You have done well. You learned to accept the pain as a means to gain pleasure. Please me. Make my cock hard for you, make me want to come all over you. Make me
want
to need you.”

“But Mister Brand, you already need me.”

He chuckles. “No, Miss Carrigan. That is where you’re mistaken. You need me in order to fill the void left behind by your trauma. Someone to desire and cherish. Someone you can trust to make you whole again after breaking down your walls. I do not need anyone.”

“Yes, you do. You need someone to control, and you won’t take anything less. There aren’t a lot of women who could give you that.”

“But you can?” he says as he pulls the butt plug from my ass. I’m caught off guard but manage to keep a moan from spilling out.

“Yes,” I say, struggling to catch my breath. “I give you what you need.”

“Hmmm …” He starts lubricating my ass again. “You are a strong woman, I give you that. You may think you are weak, but I disagree. It takes a strong woman to receive the pain I offer and derive pleasure from it. To admit that, means you are aware of your own weaknesses, but you won’t let them overthrow you. You don’t succumb to moral subjugation, but to a man who is willing to pull out your darkest needs and fears and make them his own. Yes … Miss Carrigan … you are right on that part. We do need each other.”

He walks to my face again and bends over. “And I think what you need right now is to come face to face with your fear. I won’t back down. Now be strong.” Suddenly, he places a bunny right in front of me. My eyes widen.

“No!” I yell.

“Yes, look at it.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Now open your eyes and keep them on the bunny.” He grips my hair and pulls back so hard that it forces me to open my eyes. “Keep those pretty eyes open. Failure to do so will result in punishment.”

Tears form in my eyes. “Please don’t do this …” I thought he wanted to fuck me. I would’ve been okay with just fucking. But this … this is just torture.

He ignores my pleas, and instead, walks to my ass again, pushing the tip of his cock against me. I shake my head, pleading. “Please, don’t make me look.”

He tugs on my hair, forcing my head up. “Open. Your. Eyes. Do not take them off the bunny.”

He pushes his cock into my ass. I squeal as the pain is intense, worse than the butt plug. It’s hard, and full, and oh so different from anything I’ve felt before. My muscles tense and I fight against the restraints, trying to escape this scene. I don’t want to be forced to look at those goddamn bunnies. I hate them. Fucking hate them. I’ve not hated something so much since … since … no, I can’t go there.

“Please …” I mutter as he starts fucking me harder.

“Shhh …” he says. “Let me claim your ass.” He groans loud as he thrusts in and out, faster and faster. “Fuck, you have such a tight ass,” he growls. “Keep those eyes on the bunny.” He tugs my hair back. “See that? It’s all that’s standing between me and your pussy. I’m not going to fuck your wet pussy yet, oh no, you have to deserve it first.”

“Like I want that!” I blurt out from anger.

He spanks my ass so hard a tear trickles down my cheek. “Stop lying, I know your pussy is desperate for a cock, but I’m not going to give it to you unless you fucking look at the bunny and tell me everything.
Everything
, Miss Carrigan. I won’t take anything less.”

I whimper as he fucks me relentlessly, making my ass sore and my pussy wetter. I try not to look at the bunny and all the memories it pushes to the surface. With each thrust, he forces them to the forefront of my mind, those painful thoughts I don’t want to remember. Tears run amok now, filling me with grief, anger, pain. Lust has made the place for hatred as he rams his cock into me. I hate it, I hate being here, I hate everything.

“Take it,” he yells. “Take my cock into that filthy ass of yours and tell me all about your dirty secrets.”

“Fuck you!” I yell.

“Yes, yes, I will, and I’m enjoying myself thoroughly. If you don’t fucking tell me, I’m going to come inside you. Do you want that, huh? Do you want my hot cum in your little hole?”

“No!” I yell, jerking on the restraints, but it’s no use. I’m confronted with a scene that I can’t ignore any longer.

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