Playtime

At first she didn't realize that he had brought her hands down from where they had been bound. She was too distracted by what his teeth were doing to her nipple. Unfortunately, it wasn't until he'd brought her to her knees that she realized she'd missed a prime opportunity for rebellion.



She was quickly and expertly bound on her knees, with her hands tethered to her sides. The rope was rough, chafing against the tender flesh on her inner thigh. How had she missed that chance? What was wrong with her?



"If you are a very, very good slave, you might get to suck your master's cock." He cupped her chin, and angled her face up. "You, my precious profligate, are in training, and will get a chance to practice."



His voice was low, deep, and dangerous when he spoke very close to her ear. "I will only tell you this once; the whipping earlier was a warning. Displease me, and you will learn what pain truly is." He released her gag, dropping it unceremoniously to the ground with a soft thud.



With no further preamble, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed it forward, his cock rubbing against her lips. Knowing what he wanted, and more than a little afraid of what this sadist might consider punishment if the earlier beating was just a warning, she opened her mouth.



Her lips were cracked, her mouth dry, but that didn't seem to faze him at all. He pressed forward, filling her mouth completely, until she gagged, and then still further. He held himself still for a moment before withdrawing. She gasped and coughed, but the respite of his withdrawal did not last long. He was soon back, pressing forward again, humping her mouth steadily. Tears ran down her cheeks as she fought to control her breathing and keep from choking. Each time she felt she'd caught the rhythm, he would speed up a little more until she began to helplessly just allow her mouth to hang open.



He didn't make much noise, beyond a single grunt which was her only warning of his impending orgasm. The semen which filled her mouth and streamed down her throat made her want to vomit, but she was afraid of what he might do if she did.



Instead she forced herself to swallow and gasp for air.



"Very good," he laughed, causing her to shudder. What else did he have planned for her?

She didn't have to wait long to find out. Before she could even catch her breath, he was kneeling behind her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. He stroked her belly slowly, circling her navel before one hand strayed lower. He cupped her, and chuckled, feeling the wetness she had not been able to fight.



"You have been enjoying this," Shame made her cheeks burn red. She ducked her head forward, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth tight. He was baiting her, doubtlessly hoping she would slip up so he could punish her further.



When she didn't respond, his hands resumed their motion. The fingers of one hand pinched her nipple, just a little harder than she liked. His other hand slid further, his finger crooking and catching her clit, eliciting a gasp from her. He circled, before stroking it again, the speed slowly building, igniting a fire low in her belly. She was close. So close.



He stopped. Withdrew his hand. Brought it to her face, and pressed his fingers to her lips. After only a little hesitation, she opened her mouth and licked her own juices off him. She felt rather than heard this laugh as it rumbled deep in his chest.



He grabbed her chin and turned her head, claiming her mouth with his, invading with his tongue. She fought the urge to bite him. Tried, and failed, to convince herself that it was a lover, someone she had chosen, rather than a sadistic rapist.



She could feel his erection pressing against her again. Felt her own juices dripping down her legs. He moved away from her again, left her kneeling alone, the humiliation making her cheeks burn.