This story contains explicit sexual content and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Parental discretion is advised.
CRACK!
The whip snapped across his skin again, simultaniously carving yet another mark into his back and making him, if possible, even more erect. He was thankful his mistress had placed the firm, rubber rings around the base of his cock and the top of his balls. She became so angry if he ejaculated before being told, and he wished only to please his mistress. It was not always so, a small part of his mind whispered, but he pushed the thought away as if swatting at a particularly annoying fly, and focused only on the feeling of the whip carressing his skin.
CRACK!
He moaned, squirming in his restraints. They were a particularly ingenious set. Four long chains on a pulley system around the room allowed his mistress to tighten, relax, and move them anywhere she wanted. This gave her complete control over where and how his body was placed. He felt his mistress's hands caress his back, muttering the words that would heal the wounds. She pressed herself into his back.
"Did you enjoy youself, Pet?" she whispered, her cool breath playing across his sensitive skin.
"Yes, Mistress. Very much so." He felt her mouth pull into a smirk.
"Good." She snaked her hand around to his front and pumped his cock once. Twice. On and on, harder and faster, until no thought existed in his head other than cumming. Right. Fucking. Now! When, suddenly, it stopped. He whimpered, trying to thrust into the air. Anything for that delicious friction again.
His mistress stood in front of him, kissing him hard, rubbing herself up against him. He felt her wet heat pressed up on his cock as she ground her bare hips onto his, and he desperately tried to manuvere himself into her. Breaking it off, she walked to the doorway. She paused, watching as he still writhed in his bounds. He was exactly as she wanted him. Hard, panting, and literally begging her for more. A flitting thought of sending in another of her pets in to allow him to finish passed through her mind, but she dismissed it. After all, he was so utterly delictable in the mornings after a night of aching hardness. So very eager to please. So willing to do anything he was told. He was hers, completely and totally, and she loved it.
"Goodnight," she laughed, and left.
A/N: I would just like to take this opportunity to say that this is NOT a love story. It has romantic and sexual themes, hence the catagory. There is no lovey-dovey-ness or fluff. There is no happy ending. You were warned.