BDSM Erotica
"Sweet Torture" a sex story by Kris Williams
I had to know that you would be waiting for the first opportunity to pay me back for the incident in the chair, but were so good at biding your time and taking me just when I suspected it least.
I was on my back on the bed before I knew what had happened. The moment I opened the door you grabbed my arm and pushed me up the stairs ahead of you; you followed so you could watch my ass.
“Lory, what–?” I began when we reached the bedroom. You shook your head and placed a finger over my lips. You pulled my jacket off and flung it into a corner, then placed your hands on my shoulders and backed me onto the bed, having me sit so that my knees bent at the edge and my feet nearly touched the floor. Immediately, you were on top of me, and I could feel your hardness pressing against my hip.
You kissed me, peppering me with light, delicate, teasing kisses that left me breathless and wanting more. I raised my head to feel your lips more fully against my own, but you shook your head, a devilish smile in your eyes.
“You haven’t done what I told you to, Kirsty,” you said. The authority in your voice – with just a hint of anger – caused a chill to trace its way down my spine.
“What–? ” I began again, and you covered my mouth with yours, cutting off my words again. This time, your kisses were hard and fast, your tongue probing my mouth carelessly. I tried to reach up and slip my arms around your neck, but you had my wrists pinned at my sides. I began to struggle and you tore your lips from mine and looked into my eyes. Yours were cold steel, not their usual, mild blue, and for just a second I thought: Who is this? Is this my Lory?
“Shut up,” you ordered, and for some reason my breath came faster. Did I actually like this? “You’re going to find out what happens to bad girls who don’t do what they’re told.”
You reached for the button on my jeans, making sure that your lower body stayed tightly pressed against my own, and I reached up and tried to help you, but you batted my hands away.
“Stop it,” you ordered. “I already told you to take these off, and you didn’t listen. Now I’m going to do what I want with you.”
“But you didn’t tell me to – ”
You interrupted me again, placing your palms on both sides of my face and looking steadily into my eyes, holding my head immobile.
“If you say another word, you’ll be a very sorry girl. Do you know that?”
I couldn’t believe that the coldness in your voice was such a turn on, but excitement was building inside me with every word you said. I nodded, biting my lip like a frightened child, and that seemed to please you, because you smiled and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Good girl.”
You continued to work on my jeans, undoing the top button and easing the zipper down a few inches. Because your body was still pressed to mine, the zipper wouldn’t go any farther, and you shook your head in mock regret. “See? I guess we’re stuck, aren’t we? How am I going to get to your sweet little clit now, babe?”
Your words sent a shock wave of lust through me; I loved the way you went down on me more than anything, and you knew it. In spite of your warning I began to move my hips, and the tingling between my legs grew stronger.
“Ah ah, Kirsty,” you said in a warning voice, and I forced myself to lie still, hoping that if I obeyed I would be rewarded. “Quit moving, or I’ll stop right now.”
I gathered all of the self-control I could muster and managed to remain still. You slid down my body until you were between my legs, kneeling on the floor in front of me, your hands tight around my wrists.
“Let’s see,” you mused. “I could do this …” You leaned over and kissed my exposed belly lightly, then grasped the edge of the zipper in your teeth and pulled it down a few more inches. I struggled not to move, but my breathing became ragged, and the ache inside was beginning, that relentless ache that took all my reason away until you were inside me and I was satisfied.
You continued to kiss my exposed flesh, and as your mouth got nearer to the edge of my panties my hips bucked, just a little; I couldn’t help it. Instantly you stopped, and your hands tightened around my wrists like manacles.
“You don’t have much self control, do you, my love?” Your words were light, but when you dipped your head again and took a fold of my skin between your teeth and bit down, I let out a little scream.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” you murmured, and the pain and pleasure became intertwined as you began to kiss me again. Your lips were soft and warm, and as your tongue began to gently caress the skin underneath the top of my panties I had to bite back another moan. You sat back on your heels and regarded me thoughtfully.
“I’ll pull them down, Kirsty,” you told me, “but you have to stay still. Okay?” The warning in your voice was clear, but all I could focus on was getting the damn jeans off and feeling your mouth on me, in me, deep in the folds and sucking on my clit, where I needed it so desperately. I nodded and somehow managed not to move as you maneuvered the jeans over my hips and down my thighs. Then you repositioned yourself between my legs and began to kiss me again, gently, on the belly.
I almost screamed out loud. You said you’d take them off!
It was almost as if you had heard my thoughts, because you chuckled and your warm hand covered my pussy, just for a moment.
“I didn’t say I’d take them off, Kirsty,” you said, and your enjoyment of my frustration was palpable. “Just pull them down. And I didn’t say anything about these sweet little panties.” Your mouth descended on me again, for only a moment, and the feel of your warm breath against my swollen skin was agony and ecstasy, all at the same time.
“Please,” I whimpered, too consumed with need to be able to be quiet any longer. “Oh God, Lory, please …”
“Please what?” you whispered against the skin of my belly, and I could feel my clit pressing against the delicate material of my panties, begging for your touch. “Please this?” You grasped the edge of my panties in your teeth and pulled down, and as my pussy was exposed to the air, I moaned. With a quick twist of your head the panties were torn down the middle, and without warning your lips were on the growing bud of my clit and I was overcome with a shock wave of sensation.
“Oh …” I moaned, my head tossing from side to side. “Oh God Lory oh Jesus yes don’t stop oh please don’t stop – ”
I knew I had gone too far when you raised your head, shaking it at me regretfully. “See what happens?” you asked. “I give you a little leeway and you just want more and more. I guess we’d better stop for now.”
“No!” The plea came out more like a scream, and I could hear you chuckle again, that low, satisfied chuckle that told me more eloquently than words that you owned me, that as long as I could have what you gave me I would do anything you asked of me.
“No?” you echoed, and I nodded frantically, afraid to say anything more. Your hands were suddenly warm on my hips, and once more I was overcome with need. “All right, Kirsty, but just this one time.”
You bent your head to me again and began to tickle me with that marvelous tongue, flicking it here, now there, only occasionally touching my clit. I strained to open my legs wider, to give you freer access, but my jeans were still tight around my thighs, and I was imprisoned.
“Spread those legs for me, Kirsty,” you murmured, and I sobbed that I couldn’t, that my pants weren’t all the way off. You made a noise of sympathy. “Oh, that’s right, isn’t it? You wouldn't take them off when I told you to.” It took all my self-control not to cry that I hadn’t had a chance, that you had trapped me before I could get them off.
Your tongue went farther and farther down, as far as it could go, and by now I had tears of frustration running down the sides of my face. My body was screaming for release, and my mind could only dwell on how unfair it was, how little control I had, how much I needed to come…
You must have heard my uneven breathing and a hitch or two that told you I was crying, because suddenly you leaned back, pulled the ruined panties off, and then released me from the bond of my jeans. Then you leaned forward again and your mouth closed over my pussy, you tongue delving deep into that hot, wet cavern that existed only for our pleasure. My newly freed hands grasped your shoulders, and as you worked on me and I felt the tide rising toward orgasm, I shuddered and groaned and told you how good you were to me.
“Don’t you forget it,” you whispered in my ear as you thrust your hard cock into me, setting off another wave of unbelievable sensation. “Don’t you ever forget it, Kirsty.”
Read the first chapter: "Don't Touch."
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Copyright March 2008, Kris Williams.
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