Page 58 of Corruption
“What are you even trying to do?”
I didn’t tell her as I leaned over her body, pressing against her ass and shifting the plug and dildo inside her, eliciting a groan from her. I smiled as I ran the dark marker over her skin. I had considered using the knife, but I was still indecisive about what I wanted to write, so I decided to test a few ideas before making anything permanent. I pressed the marker to her skin, drawing a thick black line just above the heart. That was the ‘I’. Then, an idea came to mind, and I smiled as I scribbled over her skin, feeling the anger simmering beneath Alison’s surface. When I was finished, I pulled back, feeling immensely satisfied with my handiwork.
“What the hell did you write?” she whispered.
“That’s a surprise for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked, her voice filled with fear. “You mean this continues until morning?”
“If you don’t pass out before then,” I chuckled before capping the marker and tossing it away.
“I bet you’d use me even if I did,” she retorted.
“Not really my thing. What would I gain from not being able to hear your screams?” I asked her.
“Yes, because that’s the sign of a good sex life,” she mocked.
“Alison, this isn’t about your enjoyment, nor are we truly enjoying each other’s bodies. It’s all about revenge.”
She shook her head, too exhausted to argue. I reached around her again and began playing with her clit. Alison began tensing, trying to fight the pleasure I was giving her as I aimed to make her climax with both items still inside her. However, this time I wanted to hear those pleas. I wanted her to tell me not to make her climax only to watch her explode.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered low.
I grabbed the flared end of the plug again and began pulling it in and out of her ass.
“Please! Please! Stop!”
“No,” was all I said before she began climaxing, crying out and starting to go the other way, calling out a mixture of “yes” and “ohs” as she came hard. When she began begging for it to stop, the pleasure turning into an uncomfortable pain, I halted, and she slumped forward again. Her panting filled the room, and I let the plug slip back into place. Her loud cries were getting me aroused again, my cock stirring a little, but after the intense pleasure I had just experienced, I needed a bit more time.
“Remember what you’re supposed to do next?” I reminded her.
“Oh, screw you,” she groaned just before I spanked her ass hard. “Fuck!”
“What was that?” I demanded.
“Thank you… Master. Aren’t you tired of hearing it yet?” she asked.
“No, this I will never grow tired of because I know how much you hate thanking me for it. Now, how many times do you think I can make you climax until it just hurts to touch your little clit?”
I began circling her swollen bud, her body still yearning for more, but I was only teasing her now, and Alison shook her head.
“Shit, Master, can’t you take those things out of me!” she pleaded.
“Should I fill you with something else? Perhaps see what I can find in the kitchen?” I teased her before I leaned down and playfully bit her side.
“Absolutely not because I know the next thing will be something very sharp!” she snarled.
“But you do enjoy being teased by a knife.”
“No more spatulas or knives!”
“A soup spoon? Think I can get the big end inside of you?” I teased her as I kept stroking her clit. A moan escaped her, but she was still fighting the pleasure. I was just keeping her on edge until I was ready.
“T-That’s crazy,” she whispered.
“And yet it turns you on.”
“You’re targeting a sensitive spot, how can I not sound like I like it?” she whimpered. I reached down and stroked my cock, feeling myself grow harder in my hand as I continued to stimulate her clit. “Oh, please…”
