Draw for an hour, tease, torture,sex repeat.
Thats how my week had been going. Miles and I had entered into some kind of a relationship that only held meaning during the two hours we spent at his house everyday.
At lunch I continued to stare and he would just pointedly ignore me. It only made the sex better. Acting like strangers in everything else but actually knowing more about each other than our own friends did.
Him not sparring me a glance but me touching the cigarette burn he gave me just the other day. It sent shivers of anticipation down my spine for the next visit.
As the days passed he invented new ways to hurt me. I just loved it all so much. After the first rough unpreped sex session he asked if I liked pain in general or just while takeing it up the ass. I confessed that other then no prep entering I had been a little scared to try anything more.
His evil smirk told me that was about to change.
Day 2:
"Fuck your hard!" He exlaimed a bit surprised by the discovery.
It would come as a surprise to some since all he did was pull by hair practically off my head.
We had just finished the drawing part of our session when he walked over and took a fistful of hair tugging my head back. He glanced at my pants, seeing the bulge there, he smirked and gave me a rough kiss.
Day 3:
"I baught something." Miles anounced getting up from his bed.
The sketch I had of him was almost done at this point but to tell the truth, now I was just stalling.
"What is it?"
Instead of answering he went to his closet and rifeld through it. When he came out he held what I first thought were head phones. As he drew closer I could see it wasn't a pair of head phones. What he held were two what looked like clips that were attached by a small chain.
"What are those?" I asked warily.
"You'll see." He smirked pulling off my shirt.
I sat patiently as he positioned one clip at my nipple. My eyes widened in realization.
"I know how sensitive your nipples are." Was all he said before letting the clip attach to my pebbled nipple.
I gasped at the feel of the clip painfully squeezing my right nipple.
"These are nipple clamps. I see you like them well enough." Miles smirks as I shiver in pleasure as he places the other clamp on my left nipple.
He steps back and admires his handy work. I imagine that the look of me sitting shirtless with only the nipple clamps on must look erotic. The lustful gaze he levels at me proves it.
"How does it feel?"
"Great but.. Something's missing." I pant through the amazing feeling of the clamps.
Miles walks closer and tugs on the chain linking the two clamps. The feel of the clamps pulling my nipples has me cumming in my pants.
"I'm definitely keeping these." He says before attacking my mouth.
Day 4:
"Fuck baby. How deep can I go?" Miles questions as his long thick cock assults my throat.
"Make me chole on it." Is all I give myself time to say before attaching my lips back onto his dick.
His eyes light up at the idea. He takes control of my head and tilts it back farther. Now hes practically sitting on my face as he thrusts as deep as he can go. His heavy sack repeatedly hits my chin as I gag on each thrust. His dick is going so far past my gag relex that bile is rising but we both ignore it as we reach our climax.
When he finally pulls out i sputter and cough. He looks worrried as he pats and rubs my back but I shake away his worry.
"Was that too much?" Miles asked worridly once I can finally speak.
"No it was perfect.
Day 4:
"I baught something."
Last time he had said that he braught out those wonderful nipple clamps that I took home to masterbate with the other day. In trade for a day witht the clamps I had to send him a video of the jerk off session. I couldn't wait for what he baught this time.
Once again he went into his closet. When he came out this time he braught out a long thin piece of dark wood.
"A stick?" I asked confused.
"A cane." He clarified.
My eyes widened. Could I handle that?
"We can start of small?" He suggested.
I considered it a moment but the lure of the mind numbimg pain was too.
much to pass up. Miles wouldn't go too far. I nodded my consent amd waited for instruction.
"Take off your clothes and bend over your cair." He directed.
I did so without hesitaion. My cock was already up to the task as I pulled dowm my pants it sprang straight up slapping my stomach. Miles licked his lips at the sight but made no move to touch me.
I knelt down amd laid my chest onto the seat of the chair making my ass extremely easy to access.
The first hit was accompanied by a rush of wind. That was the only warning I got.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I couldn't help but scream. The pain that broke over my ass was like no other.
"Shhhh! You ok?" Miles looked at the door as he said this worried somone had heard my scream.
A knock on the door confirmed his mother had heard. I blusjed crimson amd moved to stand. Up and put my clothes on quickly but Miles stopped me with a look. I gave him one of my own incredulous looks at his silent order.
He wanted me to stay like this while he answered the door?!
"Honey? Is everything ok?" I could hear but not see his mother at the door.
"Yeah mom, sorry about the noise Van was just freaking out." Miles told her vaguely.
"Okay... Behave ypurselves." With that she was out the door.
"That was close."
Day five:
When he pulled out the pack of cigarettes I was surprised. He hadn't smoked in all the days I've neen here.
"You smoke?"
He flipped the lid on the pack and smiled up at me. "These aren't for me. They're for you."
I looked at him confused. "I don't smoke."
"No one is smoking. Hold out your arms."
