Page 57 of Corruption
“Open,” I ordered.
She initially resisted, but then slowly parted her lips. I secured the gag in her mouth, holding it open and perfectly ready for use. Fuck, my cock was throbbing intensely as I stepped back and surveyed my handiwork. There was something incredibly arousing, but also serene, about seeing Alison completely ensnared by the ropes, her body simply waiting to be used by me. I picked up the flogger, letting its long strands glide down her back, eliciting a soft whimper from her. However, the leather straps soon rained down on her ass. She attempted to wriggle away, but she couldn’t move an inch. I wasn’t going easy on her tonight, and I watched her skin turn red before targeting her thighs. Her legs twitched slightly, and the spreader bar widened, exposing her pussy a bit more. My cock throbbed with the desire to plunge deep into that warmth and lose myself in it, knowing that Alison had to accept whatever I gave her.
I reached down and opened my pants, sliding them off. The discomfort of restraining my throbbing cock was too much. With her ass facing me, I began to stroke myself, pumping a few times to maintain focus. But shit, this was almost enough to make me explode like never before. My balls ached to be emptied, but I wasn’t finished playing with her.
I rotated the flogger in my hand, gliding the handle over her plug before it was trapped in the opening of her pussy. Alison whimpered once more, but her pussy greedily accepted the handle inside, eagerly sucking it in as though it craved something to fill it. I slid it in and out just a few inches, teasing that overly sensitive part. When I withdrew it, the handle was entirely coated with her wetness. Alison would never admit it, but these dark games were what she lived for. She might not want to be the one tied up, but her body was beginning to revel in the pleasurable torment I could provide.
I seized the soft flesh of her ass, digging my nails into it before leaning down to lick her pussy, bewildering her senses with a blend of pain and pleasure. She whimpered and shook her head, the only movement she could manage without being held in place by restraints. I teased her pussy with my tongue again, and she trembled uncontrollably. Pulling back, I realized I could no longer resist her. I needed to feel her envelop me while I held her completely under my control.Just a taste, I told myself, as I aligned myself and thrust into her pussy, eliciting a scream from behind the lips gag. I lost myself momentarily in her tight channel, ferociously pounding into her, yearning for release like a starving man. I needed to fuck her and let her absorb all my worries.
“Fuck, how are you squeezing me so tightly?” I groaned. The plug filling her ass left me with less space to maneuver, intensifying the sensation. I surrendered to the wonderful wetness, thrusting relentlessly, feeling the orgasm building.Oh, fuck, I have to stop, I thought, halting abruptly, eliciting little whimpers from Alison. I was panting, trembling from the pent-up need that had yet to find an outlet, but I couldn’t end the game so soon. I had said just a taste, but it had become an all-out feast. Reluctantly, I withdrew, observing her pussy gush more slick fluid, ready for more. I scooped it up and fed it to her pussy, pumping my fingers in and out, eliciting sweet moans. I teased her for a brief moment before grabbing the large dildo and pressing it against her entrance. It was much larger than me, and likely larger than any other cock out there. The length and girth would be challenging for her to accommodate, and Alison protested against the gag, unable to articulate her objections. Only the tip slipped in before her body began struggling to accept more.
“Come on, my good little slut, you can take this,” I instructed, moving the dildo slightly back and then pressing it in again. However, her pussy continued to resist after taking just an inch, and Alison’s protests grew louder, her sounds becoming increasingly desperate. The screams were close, but she was going to accept all of it. She was going to be stretched wide, whether she liked it or not. My slave wasn’t going anywhere, and she wouldn’t find release until she had taken it all in. “Seems like you’re going to need some help. Here I thought your college days had trained you for this.”
Alison attempted to glance over her shoulder but couldn’t see me due to the blindfold. I knew she was glaring at me through the fabric. Nonetheless, I relented slightly, pulling the toy out before retrieving the lubricant and coating the dildo with it. Then I guided it back to her pussy. Alison was unprepared for the sudden reentry. She groaned, whimpered, and even screamed a little as the dildo slid deeper inside. With my other hand, I teased her clit while continuing to work the dildo deeper. Her pussy stretched so wide to accommodate it all. As I teased her clit and pushed the dildo further in, Alison’s cries grew louder and louder, filling the room. But I soon realized these weren’t protestations. Alison was trembling, her pussy releasing so much wetness that she drenched the toy and her own thighs with her climax. She was coming from this, and I rubbed her clit faster, guiding her through the waves and making her scream louder while I embedded the toy fully inside her, letting it remain there. Leaning back, I watched both of her holes spread and filled before giving her ass a light spank, causing her sensitive body to twitch a little as more sounds escaped her parted lips.
I moved away from the bed, circling my slave and taking in the beauty of the scene before me. Alison still quivered uncontrollably, and I ran my hand along her body before seizing her hair, tilting her head back. Slowly, I raised the blindfold, and her eyes met mine, conveying the profound exhaustion that followed her explosive orgasm. I noticed her cheeks were streaked with tears, and when I touched them, confirming their presence, I smiled as I rubbed the wetness between my thumb and forefinger.
“Did you come so intensely that it made you cry?” I inquired, sensing a dark anger brewing in her eyes as I struck a nerve. “What a good little slut.”
Leaning down, I licked her cheek, prompting her to attempt to turn her head away as I savored the taste of her salty tears. I had achieved more than just making her scream. I had made her cry. I desired genuine tears, not tears of pleasure, but this was still satisfying.
“I bet your husband never made you climax so intensely, nor any of the others you’ve allowed to have a piece of you,” I growled menacingly.
Alison continued to glare at me, but she was panting so heavily that it was clear she lacked the strength to fight me. That orgasm had not only been explosive but had also drained her energy. I wagered those restraints were the only things keeping her upright. I smiled with satisfaction before pulling the blindfold back over her eyes, even that was moist. The night was turning out to be far more satisfying than anticipated, and now it was time to fill my slave in every way possible. I was so incredibly aroused. My cock was throbbing with need. I had restrained myself from reaching the peak, but now my slave was going to have her mouth used until I felt satisfied.
I gripped her hair even tighter, turning her head before pushing her downward. Alison felt me thrust into the back of her throat, and she made a choking sound, but she couldn’t escape.I’m in control, I’m in control, those thoughts echoed in my mind as I lost myself in her mouth. My own panting filled my ears as I thrust in and out, feeling her tongue gliding along my length.
“Fuck, such a good slave. Just letting your Master have his way with you. This is how he wants you—quiet, submissive, always ready to take his cock,” I groaned, maintaining my rhythm as pleasure began to surge.
This night was bound to be unforgettable for me, but only I would cherish it as a good memory. Alison was the one being filled to the brim, forced to accept everything I gave her. As I continued to move her head up and down, I noticed that little heart tattoo between her shoulder blades. A wicked idea crossed my mind as I continued to use her mouth, but the impending orgasm demanded my full attention. It was exquisite. Spots danced before my eyes as I released great amounts of cum down Alison’s throat. I was even taken aback by the force of my climax as I filled my slave, forcing her to swallow every drop. Some of it trickled down the gag onto the bed as I continued to come. My body quivered and tensed, a guttural groan escaping my lips throughout the entire ordeal, until my throat felt raw. Then, at last, I relaxed, loosening my grip and pulling out of Alison’s mouth. I took a moment to savor the sight of her head hanging while she remained bound by those blue ropes. It appeared we didn’t need the playroom to indulge in my dark desires. My creativity was sufficient. The tension that had been building since this morning had finally dissipated, but I was far from satisfied. Climaxing once wouldn’t end the night. I would torture her body until I was ready to go again.
I removed Alison’s blindfold again, tossing it aside this time. I placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes were drooping with exhaustion, but there was no room for sleep. I removed the gag, and she took deep breaths, sighing in relief at finally having control of her lips.
“How are we feeling, my little slut?” I teased her.
“I feel like I can barely breathe because something enormous is shoved so far up my pussy, it feels like it’s inside my womb!” she snarled softly.
“Well, then it’s not such an inhospitable environment after all,” I teased her, and I could see the anger burning in her eyes, as if real fire existed in those blue pools.
“Tell me it’s over,” she whispered.
“No, this was just the warm-up.”
“The what now?”
I released Alison and went to one of the drawers in the nightstand, retrieving a black marker.
“W-What is that?” she whispered.
“Just something to make you prettier,” I teased her before climbing onto the bed behind her.
“Jared!”
“Master, you mean.”
“Master, release me! My whole body aches!” she snarled.
“Good,” I simply replied as I pushed her long hair into her face, making her try to spit it out and shake it away.
