Deprived Desires

They say the stroke of a paddle elicits the most pain, but how could a punishment be this pleasurable?

Ties are the most horrible thing invented by man. The bring about the most frustration one could experience but as my fingers wrapped around the silks ties connected to the hand cuffs, the pleasure from being in the mercy of another man surged till all I could do was moan as those long thick calloused fingers stroked my vulva.

My eyes fluttered close as the hard strokes of the wooden paddle marked my skin red, taunting me for being naughty.

But the pleasure was so great and the person knew what they were doing to my body. The hard pinch of my nipples and the soft caressing of my folds made me pant for more.

"I want you inside me." I moaned hard and my breath became shallow but hard. "I want your cock to stretch me, fill me, mark me." I murmured as the strokes became lighter and lighter till they became a soft brush against my tender skin.

But punishments are not meant for pleasure and maybe he just knew how much effect he always had on me. I was slowly reaching my peak when everything stopped. Those thick fingers that were pleasing me vanished, leaving me desperate, but I knew this was my punishment.

"You can't pleasure yourself without my permission, pet. You are mine. You. Don't. Not. Touch. What. Is. Mine." Each word ended in hard thrust and each groan brought me to tears of pleasure. Each thrust led to a pleasure so high that all I could do was wait for rapture so beautiful that it leaves you panting for more.

But before I could attain that beautiful place, he pulled off completely, leaving me empty and whining for more. Then the bindings came off, then the blindfold and I finally opened my eyes that immediately clashed with warm grey ones lined with khol, those calloused hands rubbing my wrists, focused on the task at hand. But even as I wanted and craved more, all I could was whisper.
"I'm sorry."

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Book -2 of Desires, Deprived Desires.