Free Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica by Jolynn Raymond Page A

desire spiraling deep within her. It left her breathless. “I’m sorry I cut school.”
    “That’s a girl, fuck me tight. So incredibly hot. Your punished little bum is on fire.”
    “I’m sorry I let that boy touch my breasts.” Sarah squeezed and Michael hissed, jerking on the belt, lunging forward and slamming her into the desk as he buried himself even deeper. Sarah cried out at the force of his thrust. Her stomach doing flips as the pain and desire battled for domination deep in her belly.
    “If you ever let another man lay a finger on you, I will take a whip to your pussy girl. You’re mine. Only for me. Keep going.”
    “It hurts.” Sarah whimpered, her body still not able to accommodate his size without him moving to help her muscles relax, but she was incredibly turned on at the same time. She knew Michael would punish her for real, no game playing involved, if she even so much as returned the look of another man, and although she’d found it hard to believe at first, his jealousy excited her to no end.
    After an evening out, when the other guys had been undressing her with their eyes all night, he always took her home and gave her a good rough and tumble , all possessive and growly like. A couple of times he hadn’t been able to wait until they made it home and had bent her over the hood of their car and fucked her til her knees buckled. The sex was incredible when he was asserting his claim.
    Michael slapped her ass, pulling her out of her musing and bringing her back to the task at hand. “It’s supposed to hurt love, or it wouldn’t correct your behavior now would it?”
    “I’m sorry for being late when you summoned me. I’ll never do it again.” Sarah squeezed her muscles and groaned. The pain was fading a little and the need to be taken hard was building rapidly. “And I’m sorry for chewing gum.”
    Michael yanked sharply on the belt and reached under her to pinch her swollen clit. “I’d forgotten about that. I assume you now know the proper use for your mouth, young lady?”
    “Oh yes , Sir.” Sarah rotated her hips and Michael growled, thrusting forward, causing her breasts to rub against the cold wood, and her pussy to grind against the desk.
    “Damn it Sarah! I said no moving!” Each word was accompanied by a slap, and each slap sent a shock wave of exquisite pain to her core.
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please , Sir.” Sarah clenched her muscles as hard as she could until Michael stopped spanking her. “I swear I’ve learned my lesson.”
    “Have you now?” Michael held Sarah by the belt around her waist and pulled all the way out of her incredibly tight ass. They both hissed in unison at the sensations his movement caused. “Who owns your body Miss Walton?”
    “You , Sir.” Michael entered her again, pushing slowly, opening her up, and delving deep into her hot velvet core, the crimson skin of her well spanked bottom slowly stretching to accommodate him. One of Michael’s hands moved to dip between her swollen pussy lips and flicked her clit teasingly. Sarah gasped, her body trembling beneath his.
    “The first thing you will think about each morning and the last thing that will go through your head each night will be how you are going to please me, because if you ever fail to sweet girl, you'll find yourself bent over this very desk with a paddle beating your sweet ass while I’m fucking you to your knees.” Michael slowly pulled out then thrust forward a little harder, Sarah’s heat almost making him lose control. He grit his teeth and tried to think of cold things, ice cream, snow, bloody fucking polar bears, anything but the scorching heat of her ass enveloping his throbbing shaft.
    “You will be kept in a state of constant arousal, only cumming when I see fit, only getting release if you’re a good girl. If you don’t please me love, there will be no pleasure, only pain. Your body is going to ache from being filled by me over and over again.” Michael