Pain

The dungeon was dark and eerie, lit only by the flaming torches on the stone walls. The torture rack was in the corner and whips and chains hug along the walls.

Gomez himself hung nude from the ceiling, his arms above his head and his wrists chained together. His eyes followed his wife pacing back and forth in front of him looking like the devil with her hair hanging over her shoulders, a black robe draped over her body and loosely tied at her waist, and her red lips turned up in a smirk. The light from the itches danced across her pale skin like the flames of hell.

"I want you to scream for me," she said in a low seductive voice. "Beg for me...mon amour," she said knowing what her French did to him.

Sure enough he instinctively reached out to touch her but his hands were chained. They locked eyes, both challenging each other in different ways.

"Do your worst Tish," he said.

"With pleasure."

He grunted as he received the first lashing from her whip. It stung the skin across his chest and left a sizzling red mark on his flesh. The next one slashed his back with a loud smacking sound. He felt a prickling sensation as the nerves were brought to the forefront of his skin. He wanted nothing more than to feel her hot skin against his to ease the burning.

"Is that all you've got?"

"Let's make this more interesting." She picked up an interesting instrument of torture. It was called a heretic's fork,the metal rod was tied around his neck while the sharp edges lightly touched his throat. If he moved too much those razor sharp metal points would pierce the flesh at his jaw.

"God damn it Tish," even by saying that the points threatened to rip through his skin.

She unleashed more lashings on him, each emitting more of a yell as the skin became more sensitive. She then went to the wall of devices and whips deciding which one would be fun to try. He watched her intently, thoroughly ready for more.

She decided on one rod and when pressed against his back he shouted at the electro waves that coursed through his body.

"Holy shit!"

"Hmm, that's fun," she said satisfied. "Let's see what happens here." She pressed it again to his calf and an eruption of pain escalated through his already quaking body. He could feel the currents running through his veins, his ears were ringing, it felt as if his body was steaming.

She put it down and removed the heretics fork, it had only left minor cuts, and tossed it aside.

"You she-devil," he said breathlessly.

She tilted his head back and licked the bloody marks on his throat. It made him shiver. What he wouldn't give to be inside her right then and there.

"Let me fuck you Tish," he said huskily.

She wrapped her whips around his neck, pushing on his throat, constricting his airway. He was already weak enough, he was beginning to see black spots but he willed himself to stay conscious and look into her eyes that dared him to pass out.

She leaned in as if she was going to kiss him. He could feel her breath on his face. He wanted to feel her tongue slide across his. "You're not ready yet." She loosened the whip and he took a deep gasp for air. Her while was then replaced with a flogger. The leather belts slashed across his skin over and over emitting yells and moans from him. He was shaking with adrenaline, searing pain, and a burning desire to throw her down and fuck her as hard as he could.

Her next task was to take one of the burning rods out of the fireplace. It was red hot. Gomez's heart beat fast. Would it be quick or would she draw it out unleashing a different world of torture on him?

He screamed as she ran the hot rod from his chest down to just above his penis. His burning flesh seared with pain.

She tossed the iron rod back into the fire. "That's going to leave a scar for weeks."

"Fuck you."

"I love you too." She kissed down his chest along the burn mark, her soft lips soothing the pain. She then took his length in her mouth. He finally was getting to feel her hot flesh against his and it was driving him wild. He moaned as she expertly worked her mouth on him.

"Tish," he moaned. "Tish, querida, let me be inside of you baby! I need you! Let me make love to you!"

She smirked as she stood up. "That's what I like to hear."

She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor revealing her smooth pale skin and lovely curves. She then reached up to unchain him. As soon as he was back on his own feet his mouth was on hers in a hard biting kiss. His hands roamed her body wanting to feel every inch that he had been deprived of. Within seconds he had her bent over the torture rack and plunged inside of her giving it to her as hard as he possibly could, her lovely moans echoing off the walls. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back to kiss her neck as he continued to slam into her. Every nerve in his body was still pulsing from the whips and shocks and it heightened the immense pleasure he always felt with her.

He turned her over to face him not breaking his desperate pace. She gripped onto his forearms shouting his name as he thrust into her over and over. He pulled her face to kiss him, lips devouring each other hungrily, tongues reaching for the backs of their throats.

After a few more thrusts, he released inside of her. He held her against him as they both tried to catch their breath. He as suddenly tired and had the urge to hold her close for the rest of the night. He looked into her eyes, her beautiful eyes that held so much love for him. Smiles spread across both of their faces. His pain was replaced by an overwhelming love for his beautiful wife.