Edgy BDSM Erotica
"Cruel Caress," a Licorice Whips story by Terri Pray
Her hands clenched tightly about the chains that held her arms above her head. Each moment she had to wait only served to tighten her nerves further. Janice sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth and fought against the urge to call out to him. She had no idea just how long she had been waiting for his return, or if he would enter the room again any time soon.
Strange how something she had pleaded for now left her shivering, her heart racing with each new sound that tormented her in the darkness enforced by the leather hood. That he would return she had no doubt, he never left her for that long, indeed she couldn't even be sure if he did truly leave the room or remained sitting in the corner where he could watch her nearly naked form in silent joy.
Her nipples tingled, tightening into firm, ripe coral buds. Her body had been stretched up almost to the full extent that her muscles would permit. Muscles that now groaned and ached with each breath. Her shoulders burned from the stress of the cuffs and her calves had tightened yet she knew that it would all be worth it.
Once the bliss of the scene was over there would be the soft care of her Master. A bath, lotion rubbed into her weary body. Those were the soft, gentle moments where he tended every inch of her form only to then wrap her in a warm blanket and hold her until she fell asleep. Almost as good as the scene itself, but something that had been hard to explain to anyone who had not experienced that level of loving care.
A cold breeze played over her form, teasing across her sensitive nipples, forcing a shiver from her body. Janice shifted her weight a little, though with the spreader bar between her ankles and the way she had been forced onto her toes it was almost impossible to find a position that would ease her discomfort.
Exactly what he had planned.
The cord between her thighs slipped a little as she tried to move, the knot he had tied over her clit pressed against the slick nub, urging a soft cry past the ball gag. Another cord had been bound around her chest and breasts into a cruel harness. One that reminded her of its presence with every beat of her heart.
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He hadn't added clamps, not this time at least, but she knew the feel of them all too well. Enough that even the slight sound of the light weight chains that connected the clamps had left a damp, heated coating on her lower lips.
He'd laughed when he'd touched the liquid desire between her lips, teasing it over her clit only to then coat a dildo with the ready lubricant her body had supplied.
Her tight inner walls rippled against the dildo.
Gods, how much more of this did he think she could take?
A leather coated hand caressed her ass cheeks softly.
Janice almost shot out of her skin, a low whimper somehow still heard through the gag, or at least she was able to hear it. Her skin tightened a thousand times more, each tiny hair on her body stood up, begging to be touched as her pussy walls rippled tightly about the intruder.
The hand cracked against her ass cheek, first one, then the other, granting her barely enough time to cry out between blows. Another hand tightened in the hair that had been forced out of the back of the hood into a long pony tail.
Even if she hadn't have been chained in place she wouldn't have been able to move with that grip. Just a small shift on her toes invited waves of delicious pain to shoot through her skull and down through her helpless body into her needful cunt.
He moved slightly to her left, his warm breath sliding over her shoulder, a hint of a touch of his lips but nothing more. The cord between her thighs moved, tugged suddenly, forcing the knot to slide over her clit. Pushed back into place, tormenting her needful flesh again and again as he worked the cord against her sensitive skin.
Sweat beaded over her flesh, her cries half swallowed by the gag. A gag she would have traded her soul to be replaced by his cock yet it wasn't to be.
A twang of cord against her clit, between her lips, a slap painful enough to bring tears to her eyes ended the cruel torment of the cord but heralded the start of something else. Something that began with the cord being undone and pulled away from her body.
"Keep the dildo in, slut. Drop it and there will be consequences." He growled against the back of her neck, nipping sharply at the base of the thick leather collar she wore.
Janice nodded, unable to reply any other way.
"Good, don't disappoint me." His grip on her hair tightened further.
Tears welled in her eyes, her throat threatened to close as she forced her pussy walls to grip ever more firmly on the dildo that filled her sex.
Lube coated fingers pressed against her ass, seeking out the tight wall of muscle.
No, not like this, please not like this.
Her thighs clenched, buttocks tightening as she shook her head in a protest that her Master ignored. If she wanted to get him to stop Janice knew she would have to give the signal.
Was this a true hard limit?
No. They had indulged in the hedonistic pleasures of anal sex before, but never standing up. Never before with a dildo pressed into her vulva, or her body held in such a helpless and open manner.
"You can do this." He murmured, sliding one finger into the ring of muscle.
Pleasure, pain and shame mingled as he pressed that coated tip into her body. A soft whimper and rock of hips decried her protest a moment before. She needed this, wanted this, yet wanted to run from it all at once.
One set of sensations rushed into another, building into pressure that rocked through her hips under the sweet direction of his probing finger. Heat built through her core, her vulva shuddered as she struggled to hold onto the dildo. Her teeth sank deeply into the gag, leaving her fighting for breath and control.
"Soon." He promised.
Not soon enough.
He pulled free of her ass, shifting position behind her until she felt the slick head of his cock pressed against the ring of muscle. A moment of pain lanced through her body as he thrust into her prepared ass, filling her, stretching her then remaining still, giving her body a chance to recover and accept the new intrusion.
More, she needed so very much more.
With a low moan Janice rocked back against him, her ass tight on his cock, her slick inner walls clenching against the dildo. Sweat coated her skin, her eyes closed behind the hood and she gave herself willingly into the maelstrom of pain and pleasure. Each breeze teased her sensitive body a little higher. Pressure formed in the walls of her sex, her clit throbbed, aching for a touch. His thrusts filled her with a burning mix of pain and delight that she could not ignore.
Further.
Higher.
Her mind refused to come down from the rush.
Fear lingered on the edge of her awareness. A soft voice that called to her, warned her to pull back, hold on, to not go down that route but it was too late.
"Cum for me, my slut."
Janice screamed into the gag, arching back against him, her dark walls clenched on his cock. He moaned, his hands tight on her hips, his cock throbbing, pressing against the confines of her body until he shuddered, filling her with the thick, heated beads of his own release.
"Mine." He growled.
Yes, his.
"Always."
Until the end of time.
He pulled out almost fully only to thrust back into her ass, sending her into spasms of delight that left her screaming for mercy and more all in one breath.
"My slave, my slut, my wife."
His everything. Nothing else mattered.
Copyright July 2006, Terri Pray
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally Published July 2006: Stripped! Anniversary Issue
