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tamed

"Who does this belong to?" He asks roughly palming my pussy.

"Me." I smirk in reply. He doesn't own me, that fucker.

I feel a sharp slap on my pussy, my position of being tied to the bed with my arms above my head and my legs spread open with him in between them, making it easily accessible to him.

"Wrong answer, slut" I can't deny he turns me on, so much that the need to be a brat intensifies. He plunges two fingers into my tight opening and asks me again,

"Who's fucking pussy is this, sweetheart?" He increases his pace just enough to bring me on edge, but not tipping me over yet.

"M-mine, you don't own m-me." I moan out.

I know I'm signing my death certificate, but I want the pain, it hurts so good when he does it.

"Fucking brat." He pulls his fingers out and climbs off the bed. I rub my thighs together to relieve some of the tension building up, scared for my punishment.

He brings a leather paddle and sets it on the bed, this time tying my legs to each post so I don't move.

"Aren't you going to turn me around?" I frown up at him, but he just chuckles. And I realize, he only spanks my pussy when he's mad and he seems mad.

"Safeword?" Looking down at me he grabs the paddle and positions himself so he can deliver multiple easy blows.

"Vanilla, Theo" Using his name and not Sir, and from that I see a blaze stronger than before light up is his eyes.

His arm goes back and contracts as he swings his paddle and hits directly on my clit. I gasp, the sting is so intense it spreads through my whole body.

Not even 10 seconds later, a harder one hits, this time on my whole pussy.

"F-fuck!" Whimpering, I notice the sadistic gleam in his eyes.

"Address me properly." He demands. A firm, hard hit emphasizes his words and tears spring to my eyes.

"H-harder, Sir" I can tell he's going soft on me. But I don't want that. I want to writhe in his hands, while he drags my body into oblivion.

"Careful what you ask for, my dirty girl" And he swings, he swings so hard, tears tumble from my eyes. He lets the sting sit, lets it soothe over before giving my soft cunt two more hard, deserving slaps.

He watches as I try to grind my hips, seeking any form of release, the pressure on my clit making me feel so helpless.

"I-Is that a-all you can do?" I'm trying my luck, I can tell. But seeing him riled up only turns me on more, and I try everything to make him just snap.

He chuckles. Chuckles. Shit. I'm in deep trouble.

So, naturally his slaps come down harder, more drawn out, only enhancing the pain.

He gives me multiple, I lose count and suddenly it gets too much.

"S-Stop, it's getting too much" I sob, but he continues.

"What's wrong, darling? I thought this was what you wanted, challenging me. Lie there and fucking take it, slut"

Whimpers and moans leave me every merciless, stinging hit. He continues, getting off on my sounds, only fueling him more, and never stopping. Not until my sobs fill the room and I thrash under him, running away from him and his torture device.