The Bride of Brahms

Chapter 9

"He wanted to do things to her, it was making him crazy" -Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: CONTENT WARNING - GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF DOMINATION, SEX AND SEXUAL ACTS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. SMUT LOVERS, ENJOY!)

"My turn" He whispered.

Suddenly I was thrown back, tumbling off the bed and crashing to the ground. Brahms stood up and looked down at me, an intense heat simmering in his eyes as he undid the rest of the knots on his wrist. In my panic I began to crawl backward toward the door to escape, but Brahms moved much quicker. 

"Come back here" He growled in a demonic voice, catching me by the leg and yanking me back so that I was underneath him. He grabbed both my arms and pinned my wrists with one hand, using the other to hold me by the throat again as his face hovered inches from mine.

"Silly, Cora – did you really think there would be no consequences for your actions tonight?" He asked in a primal purr, like a jungle cat with his claws on the throat of his kill. Without warning, he grabbed me by the hips and effortlessly flipped me onto my stomach. I struggled against him as he tried to bind my hands, which really pissed him off. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, his breath hot on my neck.
"Stay still." He snarled "Or I will make this very painful for you." As if to emphasize his point, he bit down on my earlobe, causing me gasp aloud from the string. He then dragged his tongue up the length of my neck and sank his teeth into my still-recovering shoulder, making me cry out.

Despite the pain I felt, I willed my body to go slack and brought my arms to relax behind me. "Yes, that's right. Good girl." He cooed as he used the red tie to bind my wrists. I could feel his hardness resting between my cheeks, and knew that he was absolutely getting off on roughly dominating me like this. Strangely enough, I think I was getting off on it too. 

When he finished tying me, I felt Brahms caress his rough palms against the skin, starting at my lower back. He slowly worked his way down to my ass, briefly massaging each cheek before stroking my inner and outer thighs, working his way back up. "Mmmm," I hummed a little; this felt kind of nice.

SLAP!

I gasped as a sharp, stinging pain spread across my left ass-cheek as Brahms brought his hand down and struck me.
SLAP!
He did it again on the other side and I gasped as the pain radiated across my bottom.
SLAP!
"Brahms!" I cried out "You said you wouldn't make this painful!"

I was met with the sound of his vicious laughter. "I'm hitting you lightly compared to what I can do. Besides, you still need to be punished for earlier."
SLAP! I winced as the stinging pain turned into a throbbing ache across my backside.
"I only did what you told me to do!" I whined, while bracing myself for another hit.
"You took my mask off without permission. I did not tell you to do that..." He countered, his tone a casual matter-of-fact like he was listing ingredients of a recipe.
SLAP!
"You brought me to the edge of coming for you, only to cruelly deny me my release..."
SLAP!
I started, "I wasn't going to de-"
SLAP!
I tried to reason with him but was silenced by the intensity of that smack, as it nearly knocked the breath out of me. It made me realize he was going easy on me before.

"I also didn't give you permission to talk back." He seethed through gritted teeth.
SLAP!
SLAP!

Black spots blotted my vision and I almost passed out from the pain of his last three spanks. It felt like my tailbone was broken or something. I felt Brahms gently kiss the space between my shoulder blades while tenderly rubbing my inner thigh, coaxing my legs apart.