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

pulled out a little faster, and then pumped in again, once, twice, three times until they were both whimpering. Sarah clenched her muscles and Michael rubbed her oversensitive clit, but only for a moment. Sarah rocked with the motion then cried out when he stopped.
    “Michael , please ! ”
    “We ’ re not done yet. Naughty girls must wait to cum. Forget to call me sir again and we’ll start over with the belt. Is that what you want? Another bottom warming?”
    “No , Sir. I’m sorry.”
    “Each morning you will present yourself for my pleasure. You will be well disciplined in any manner I see fit, and well fucked at the start of each day. Your bottom will burn as you sit and wiggle on those hard wooden chairs in class, and the feel of my cock stretching your sweet cunt or tight little bum will linger far into the afternoon reminding you of how you are to behave.”
    Michael moved his hands to her ass cheeks and gripped them tightly. Sarah hissed as his fingers dug into the welted skin. Michael held her open wide and looked down as his cock slid all the way out then pierced her tight rosebud once again. In and out, in and out, so tight, and so beautiful. Her little bum hole was red and hot. The erotic sight of him filling her transfixed him.
    “You are never to forget that my eyes will be on you at all times, and if you stray, I will blister your bottom. I own many things designed to give pleasure or pain, and I assure you I am quite talented in the use of all of them.” Michael moved his hands to her hips and angled her so her clit wouldn’t rub against the desk. He increased his pace, giving her anal stimulation only, ramming home hard and fast. Sarah gripped the far edge frantically, trying to maintain her hold as a powerful force began building deep in her belly.
    “Who do you belong to?”
    “You... oh God only you.”
    “Who will pleasure you Sarah?”
    “Ooohhhh Gooodddddd Michael. You... you will.” He growled and pulled out of her. Sarah twisted in shock and confusion, her body burning, blood pounding, desire making her crazed. Michael pulled the belt from her waist and struck her with it, three times quickly, forward and back as he snarled. Sarah howled in outrage reaching the limit of her endurance.
    He pulled her up then sat her down on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs, bringing the belt down on her swollen pussy. Sarah screamed and fought him, but Michael pushed her backwards, his movements fluid and quick. He tossed the belt aside, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and thrust back into her ass before she could react, then to her dismay, he refused to move.
    Sarah bucked her hips and thrashed under him, the fire from the belt burning her pussy and the swell of his cock in her ass driving her mad. She had to come or she would lose her mind. “Noooooo.... oh God. Evil, evil, evil.”
    “Told you to call me sir, Sarah.” Michael looked down at her, his woman, his bad  girl, and smiled. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were glazed with need, her cheeks flushed with desire, her hair a wild mass of tumbled gold around her head. Michael pulled her hips to the edge of the desk and started to fuck her harder as he pressed her legs back until her thighs touched the desk’s top. Sarah reached above her head, gripping the far edge for support as Michael began to drive into her. He leaned down and pounded deep with a steady rhythm, one hand moving to her drenched pussy, one to her breasts. He teased her nipples, one then the other as he crushed her beneath him into the hard unyielding surface of the desk. He thrust two fingers deep inside her, stroking her inner walls, as the rest moved in a blur over her clit.
    “Nownownow ..... oh yes... oh yes... oh God ... Michael ... do it ... harder... oh God... oh oh oh, harder Michael, fuck me harder, fuck me, take me, so hard, feels so good, oh Michael, oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, me, do it, now, yesyesyesyes.”
    Their eyes were full of