[Warning] : R-18. Sexual in Nature.

The whip snapped and left a distinct pink mark on her skin. She let out a whimper while her lower half trembled in pleasure.

"Naughty bunny likes it painful, huh?"

Saliva dripped from the ball gag on her mouth and she couldn't see his face. The cloth over her eyes made her anticipate what she couldn't see.

The tip of whip lightly stroked her spine and she shivered from it. Then it stopped at her wrists because her hands were tied behind her back. Her bottom faced him and her knees kept it in the air.

"Shameless," he spat, cracking the whip at her backside.

Her backside trembled and she kept moaning from it. Fluids leaked from her core, following the thread of the vibrating capsule inside her.

From his pocket, he retrieved a small remote with three buttons. One of them will stop her agony, another will prolong it, and the other will make her see the heavens.

He pressed the highest button and she began to moan louder, her body trembled harder.

He cracked the whip again and the sharp and lingering pain made her insides clench tighter, making her even more sensitive to the vibration within her.

Every two to three seconds, he'd whip her and coldly mock her. All the while, she trembled in pleasure. A mess she was.

After ten whips, he set it aside and positioned himself directly at her core. He unzipped and revealed his own hardness. He held her round cheeks and caressed it, slapping it once on a while.

She was leaking so much that when he placed his rod between her cheeks, it slid smoothly. The little minx moved her hips and rubbed his.

He responded with another slap and she whimpered, but her core twitched in anticipation. She wanted him desperately but he was taunting her more and more.

His thumb caressed her swollen core, teasing its walls and slightly poking in but never deeper.

She moaned in desperation, even the gag couldn't hide her frustration.

He chuckled and tugged at the vibrator, releasing sweet moans from her wet mouth. Without a warning, he thrusted within her. The movement knocked the air out of her.

He felt the vibrator at the tip of his hardness and more so when she clenched it tightly around her inner walls.

She was moaning so sweetly, eager to move her hips. He broke a sweat but kept in control, ramming her with rhythmic pace of speed and patience.

He held her tied wrists and pulled her up, positioning her spine straighter and making himself go even deeper.

Her saliva flowed to her neck and tears were leaking from the cloth that covered her eyes. Her body felt so hot especially within her core. Her jaw ached and her throat was getting drier. Her body was sore and it felt like her bones would snap, but all she felt was the ecstacy of someting hard and big penetrating her.

After a hard thrust, she felt herself fill up the brim. Even he moaned under his breath, shivering from the release. He didn't pull out when he untied her wrists and held both hands to pin her down on the bed. Her breasts sunk on the mattress and his weight was on her. He felt the fabric of his pants on her thighs and the way the the slightly loose ends of his shirt tickled the end of her spine.

He began thrusting again.

"Clench tighter. You're better than a fleshlight, aren't you," he mocked.

His cold and low voice did wonders to her body, she clenched tight and felt his length and girth even better.

The vibrator kept going deeper, poking through her womb and for a moment she feared the thread wouldn't be long enough to pull it out. But she couldn't care more when he reaches the depth of her soul.

Another spurt of satisfaction enveloped them but he wasn't having enough. He held her by the waist and pulled her up, sliding his hands on her thigh and folding her knees to latch on his waist.

The movement made him reach deeper and it made her latch tightly, even when her limbs ached in doing so.

He slid his hands back to her waist and guided her hips to keep moving. Her whole body moved above the mattress. Her knuckles turned white while she held the loose bedsheet and her breasts slid up and down, as if being massaged by the bed.

When she thought that the position was the last, he wrapped his arm under her breasts and made her sit on his thick and sturdy thighs.

"Move," he commanded, the thick scent of his masculinity filled her nostrils. His breath was fanning her shoulder and her hips moved willingly.

He secured her arms, making her breasts rock heavily at each movement. She threw her head back, resting it closely to his own head. Her hair stuck at her neck and face and her body was a covered in all sorts of fluids. Still, all she feels is his rod hitting her stomach.

Time seemed to be nonexistent. The only rhythmic creaking of the bed mimicked the ticking of a clock. When he pulled the cloth off her eyes, the dimmed lights felt unfamiliar. Even when the gag was pulled out of her mouth, she didn't close it. She merely gasped in pleasure.

His touches slowly began to be gentle and soft, travelling up her stomach and caressing her breasts. Her freed arms moved to touch the back of his neck. He kissed her back and his thrusts were slower but harder. At their final release, they both chuckled with satisfaction.

His lips went for hers and she met his with the same affectionate kiss.
© rena