Free Blackestnights by Cindy Jacks

more honest.”
    A smile parted his lips and he removed the icy shaft. “Very good, little Red. Keep following that line of thought.”
    As he eased his cock inside me, I couldn’t think, the warmth branding my pussy. But I had to keep going otherwise he wouldn’t let me come.
    The pain receded little by little, replaced by friction and heat…and waves of pleasure. He pounded at my cunt, the plug in my ass moving in and out with his thrusting. The sensation of being stretched to the brink over and over filled me with ecstasy. I bit my lip to contain the moan bubbling up in my throat.
    Hand in my hair, he tugged at it and I yelped.
    “You do love when I give you the gift of pain, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” I cried, my body spasming, a climax not far off. I had to learn what he wanted me to learn so he’d let me come.
    Why did I like when Black hurt me? Why?
    He never inflicted pain without a reason. Whether to teach me or push my boundaries or to free me from my inhibitions, there was always a purpose to both the pleasure and the pain. My mind raced along, freed by the ecstasy rippling through my body.
    Suddenly, I understood everything—why I was here, why Black enjoyed inflicting pain and why I loved receiving it.
    “With you—” I rasped, my pussy clamping around his cock. “I can control how you hurt me and you never hurt me without purpose.”
    One final thrust and he buried himself inside me, his free hand twisting and pumping the butt plug as I came. Each contraction took me higher and I cried out, not caring that he might punish me for being so vocal. Cream flooded my cunt, squirting out of me just as it had the first night.
    The orgasm went on for what felt like forever, every twitch and ripple of my body uncovering a new layer of pleasure. Fixing my gaze on Black, I watched his face contort with his own climax, his cock spasming as he unloaded inside me.
    Little by little, we both descended from our peak. Gently he withdrew and tucked his still hard cock into his trousers. My body ached from the position I’d held far too long, though I hadn’t realized how much it hurt, too distracted by his other methods of torture.
    Once he removed the butt plug and nipple clamps, I immediately felt empty and longed for the fullness to return. Even the throbbing ache of my cunt had receded to a quiet pulsing. All the delicious tension had left my body, replaced by the feeling of being spent.
    He released my arms and legs from their restraints then scooped me into his arms.
    “How do you feel?” he asked, nuzzling my cheek and carrying me to his bedroom.
    “Exhausted.”
    “Good.” He kissed me softly.
    After depositing me on the bed, he fetched a warm, damp cloth and cleaned between my legs.
    “Shouldn’t my cunt smell like you at all times?” I teased.
    Leaning down, he kissed my pussy. “You still smell and taste like me.”
    For some reason, this fact excited me. The now familiar thrum of arousal claimed my body.
    His tongue flicked over my clit and I shivered, still so sensitive. He sucked at the swollen bud, setting a lazy rhythm. I melted against the mattress, sure he’d never finish me off this way, but I was going to enjoy every second of him eating me out while it lasted.
    Increasing the pressure, he alternated between nipping and licking my clit.
    “Oh yes, Black,” I groaned, my hand straying to the back of his head before I could stop it.
    He pinned my arm to the bed and gave me a firm smack against my thigh, but he didn’t stop pleasuring me. The heat of the slap radiated up my leg, adding to the tension tugging at my cunt.
    Chewing at my lip, I did my best to remain quiet and still, though my legs trembled. Nothing I could do about that. Each swipe of his teeth and tongue took me closer to coming. My whole body began to shake and I prayed he’d let me have this orgasm. Maybe if he didn’t know I was about to come, I could rocket over the edge before he had time to deny me.
    I felt the