This story contains elements of BDSM, bad language and smut. Read at your own risk.
As always, I'm only playing with the characters, but this time giving them back might prove a bit of a problem… They seem to be a bit tied up…
Sweet Revenge
Part 1
Ranger was watching me with an unreadable expression on his face, and somehow I knew this was it. He was going to exact his revenge. I drew a shaky breath and slowly started to back away. He had a dangerous air about him, and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I had been thinking, sending the Apusenjas on him. Now he wanted revenge, and I wasn't sure I could survive revenge à la Ranger.
My back hit the wall in my bedroom and a feral grin spread across his handsome face. "You can't run from me, Babe."
Maybe he was right, and I couldn't run, but I could sure as hell try. I bolted past him, trying to escape to the freedom of my front door. I should have known it was a lost cause. I had barely made it past him before I felt his hand grab my wrist in an iron grip.
Within a second I found myself pressed up against the wall, Ranger at my back, my hands caught between my front and the wall. He leaned in and brushed his lips against the shell of my ear. I shivered and felt my body respond to his touch, becoming hot and wet in all the right places.
He pressed himself tighter against my back. Every part of him was hard and big and I had a flashback to the one time we made love. He had truly ruined me for all other men that night. I shook my head, trying to clear it from thoughts like that and had to remind myself that whatever he had planned for today probably would be nothing like that night. This was revenge, and I was in for the ride of my life.
His mouth started working my neck, kissing and sucking at it. He bit down hard and the sharp pain made me draw a ragged breath. I felt my nipples tighten into sharp peaks. The fear of what was to come and the pain his teeth caused me served only to make me more excited. I squirmed a bit against him, and heard him growl in my ear. I was anxious and frighteningly aroused.
He turned me around so that I had my back to the wall, and kissed me. His tongue plunged into my mouth, taking what he wanted. I answered in kind, brought my hands up and fisted them in his silky hair, dragging his head back and sucking on his Adam's apple.
His breath caught and he grabbed my hands and captured them against the wall in one of his hands. I tried tugging on it to free myself, but Ranger was too strong. He lowered his mouth to my neck and sucked hard at the point where my shoulder met my neck. I let my head drop back against the wall, surrendering my neck to his mouth, giving in to the arousing sensation of his lips on my skin.
With his free hand, Ranger worked my shirt off of me, releasing my hands only long enough to pull the shirt over my head and free me from my bra.
He grabbed me roughly and pulled me to the middle of the floor. He snatched something from a duffel bag on the floor, and before I realized what was happening, he had my hands tied together in front of me with a couple of silk ties.
I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, Ranger pressed his lips to mine, silencing me with a toe-curling kiss. I felt his hands working on the button of my jeans, and I soon found myself completely naked, tied and helpless.
Breaking the kiss, Ranger looked me in the eyes, a mischievous grin on his face. Quick and efficiently, he pulled up a chair from by the wall, and stepped up on it. He grabbed the long end of the tie binding me and attached it to a hook in the ceiling. He pulled it until I was stretched taught, my arms high above my head in the middle of the floor, facing away from the foot of the bed.
He jumped back down and produced more silk ties from the bag. He quickly tied them to my legs, fastening the ends somewhere to my sides, spreading my legs wide. My arms high above my head forced me to stand on the balls of my feet, the position exposing my center to the cool air. I felt wetness coat my inner thighs as I tried to draw my legs back together, failing miserably. Ranger had done an excellent job of immobilizing me, and I was feeling vulnerable and incredibly turned on. A burning need was growing low in my belly, causing me to squirm in my bonds.
I still hadn't said a word. I was watching him with awe, a feeling of impending doom looming closer. I was completely immobilized, at his mercy. I was tied up, frighteningly aroused, and I had a sneaking suspicion release wouldn't come cheap tonight.
He pulled something from the duffel bag. My eyes widened in fear as I recognized a riding crop. I shook my head, trying to back away from him, but he had tied me too tight. Fear, mixed with a strange excitement curled deep in my belly and I tried to close my legs to ease some on the pressure building between them. I never thought I would be aroused by knowing I was going to be whipped.
"No." I croaked, my voice rough. "Don't do this, please."
Ranger smiled and stepped up closer. Slowly, he started to run the crop over my body. The leather stroked the side of my neck and down to my breast. He ran the crop along the curve of my breast and over my hard nipples. My breath caught as my nipples tightened into hard points, goose bumps spreading over my skin.
He continued dragging the tip of the riding crop down between my breasts and down my belly. I felt the muscles of my stomach contract as the crop moved closer to my center. I wanted to feel it, I needed the contact. I was growing frustrated and incredibly aroused. I almost considered begging him to whip me just to get more contact than this achingly light touch.
Finally he moved the crop to my pussy, dragging it lightly along my lips and over my clit. I jerked and my hips tried to move closer to the crop.
He chuckled and moved in closer to me, lowering the crop, causing me to cry out at the loss. He dragged one long finger along my pussy and I watched the smug smile on his lips.
"A little excited, are we?" he asked teasingly, showing me a glistening finger.
I watched his tight pants where his cock was doing everything in its power to break loose. "It would seem so." I smiled, sending his tight pants a knowing look.
Laughing, he moved in behind me. He leaned in and pressed himself up against me.
"Touché." he whispered in my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe. I felt his hands over my head and suddenly my world turned dark, as he slid the blindfold over my head.
I drew a sharp breath as my world plummeted into darkness. I tried to hear what Ranger was doing but the sharp hit of the riding crop to my ass came as a shock. I cried out and jumped, straining against my bonds.
It hadn't really hurt, just stung a little bit. It was nothing I couldn't handle, and to my own surprise I found myself wanting more of the kind. I yelped in surprised shock as he hit me a second time over my ass, causing a small sting. This was really not bad, I mused, wiggling a little and smiling.
"That's all you got, big boy?" I smiled, taunting him.
I felt the crop come down hard on my ass again, this time causing real pain, which quickly faded to a light burning sensation. I was breathing raggedly, the whipping turning me on more than I was ready to admit.
"Not nearly." I heard him whisper in my ear. "There's plenty more where that came from."
As if to prove it, he brought the crop down on my ass three times fast, leaving it burning and stinging. I drew a sharp breath, the pain causing arousal to curl in my belly. Not knowing where Ranger was, when he was going to hit, created a wonderful sense of helplessness, only accentuated by my vulnerable position. I was at his mercy, to do what he pleased with. And right now I just really wished he wanted to fuck my brains out.
I felt him move in front of me, and before I knew what had happened, I felt the sting of the crop in fast succession on my nipples. I cried out, more out of surprise than anything else. My nipples where left stinging and painfully hard. I desperately needed to reduce the ache in them, and tried to thrust them forward into Ranger's hands. But instead of warm hands, they were met with more strikes of the crop. The feeling was incredible. I wasn't sure what hurt more – the need building in them, or the sharp pain of the crop. All I knew was that I wanted more.
"Do you like this?" he asked, a taunting tone in his voice, letting the crop hit me hard over my ass.
I jerked from the change in target and ignored the question.
"Do you like this!?" he asked again, raising his voice.
The crop came down hard again, sending something that could have been a mini orgasm rushing through my body.
"Yes!" I cried, jerking in my bonds.
I felt Ranger close and jerked as he roughly grabbed both my nipples, ruthlessly pinching them. I moaned as he let go and leaned down to suck one raw nipple into his warm, soft mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hard bud, soothing the ache. He sucked it gently, making me moan in delight.
He moved away and I whimpered at the loss.
Slowly I felt him drag the crop down my body again. This time he didn't stop but continued, and dragged the crop down to my pussy. He dragged what I assumed was the handle of the crop through my lips, separating them, exposing me to the cool air in the bedroom.
I gasped and moaned as I felt him penetrate me with the handle. I needed this so badly, I didn't care if it was a freaking riding crop, I was going to come, and I was doing it now. I was shamelessly fucking the handle of the crop, moving my hips as much as I could, and Ranger was holding the crop there for me to use.
I was right on the edge, about to have the mother of all orgasms, when he snatched the crop away, leaving me desperate.
"Oh God, Ranger, you can't stop there!" I pleaded.
I heard him chuckle silently - the bastard was enjoying torturing me like this. I tried tugging on the silk ties, but they were too strong. I was just about to start cursing him when I felt him roughly shove two long fingers inside of me.
I felt a rush just short of an orgasm and let my head fall forward. I felt sweat coat my body, my muscles tense, begging for release. His fingers were working my G-spot roughly, bringing me closer to the edge again. His thumb stroked my clit and I knew it wouldn't take long before I came.
He suddenly fisted his hand in my hair, dragging my head back. I strained against my bonds, my back arched almost painfully, my pussy dripping from his rough treatment of me.
I drew a sharp breath as hiss mouth came crashing down on mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue almost fucking my mouth as I tried to suck it and taste it.
He continued his wonderful assault of my body, one hand coming up to roughly knead my breasts, the other busy manipulating my G-spot and clit at the same time. I felt my body tense even further as welcome heat started to spread from my feet to my head and back down again.
Seconds before I was about to come, he released me, leaving me hanging on the edge again. I swore out loud, cursing the bastard and didn't hear the crack of the crop before it was too late.
The crop hit my clit hard and I screamed as intense pain mixed with incredible pleasure. The hit sent my flying over the edge, the orgasm wracking my body with violent convulsions. My back arched and I cried out over and over again as waves of pleasure hit my sensitive body. The release was as violent and thrilling as the crop hitting me had been, and when I finally came down again, I was exhausted and sore and happy.
Ranger gently released me from the hook and lay down on the bed with me. He freed me from the silk ties and held me close while he gently played with my hair.
"Did I hurt you Babe?"
"No. Yes. I don't know. I don't think so." I really didn't know. I was a bit sore, but it wasn't a bad kind of hurt. It was more of a dull throbbing, almost erotic in nature.
I made to remove the blindfold, but he stopped me with a hand on mine.
"Not yet, Babe. I'm not done yet."
He ran his fingers gently down the swell of my breast, circling the nipple lightly, causing it to peak once again. I groaned and arched into his touch. I had just had an amazing orgasm but I was already hungry for more.
He moved to lie over me, kissing his way down my body. He showered my breasts and nipples with soft kisses, occasionally pausing to suck a bit of skin into his mouth. His hands caressed me, and the feeling of not knowing where he was going to touch me next was strong and arousing.
I gasped as I felt him at my entrance, probing me. I brought my arms up to embrace him, fisting my hands in his hair. I pulled his mouth down on mine, kissing him passionately as I felt him enter me, long and hard, stretching me deliciously.
He grabbed the blindfold and tugged it off of my eyes, the dim light temporarily blinding me. I looked up into Ranger's eyes and the passion I saw there had me instantly on the edge.
I clung onto him as he pounded me with hard thrusts. He gound his hips against mine, causing him to reach impossibly deep inside me, hitting my womb. I cried out as he fucked me, pressing me into the bed with every hard stroke. He moved his hand in between our bodies, and rubbed my clit furiously, making me scream in intense pleasure. I bit down on his shoulder as my climax hit me hard and fast, leaving me breathless and gasping. Waves of pleasure rocked my body, intense sensations crashing over me.
I felt him join me within a few seconds, his cock pulsating inside of me. We came together for an eternity, holding on to each other. Afterwards we lay together, completely spent.
"Wow." I said after a few minutes, a small aftershock making me shiver. "That was some revenge."
Ranger chuckled and snuggled in closer to me. "Someone once told me revenge is best served naked, on a bed. And I happen to think it was a very good suggestion."
"Me too." I smiled, trying to figure out what I would have to do in order to earn me another round of sweet revenge.
