Page 91 of Corruption
“You’ll whip my pussy?” she asked.
“It was already on my list, but I had plans to make it at least somewhat pleasurable. That’s crossed off now.”
“As if I enjoy any of the things you do to me. We both know I climax because you force me to,” she snapped before whipping me gently, making me hiss. “You target my sensitive spots.”
She slid the whip over the tip again, then flicked it against my balls.
“Fuck, Alison...”
“And that’s what makes me respond,” she reminded me. Her voice had dropped, lacking the authority she wished it had. She wanted desperately to deny that she enjoyed what I did to her, but she couldn’t. Just like I couldn’t stop thrusting into thin air because of the pleasure she was inflicting upon me. This pain brought me pleasure, and it defied all logic.
“Release me, and I’ll go easy on you,” I warned her again, even as a voice in my head whispered,don’t release us.
“But we’re having fun, aren’t we?” she asked before delivering a harder whip across my cock.
“Shit!” This time, my body curled up in response, the pain undeniable. Yet, she followed it with a caress of that damn whip, erasing the pain and replacing it with sweet sensations. It was utterly bewildering and incredibly enjoyable. “Haven’t you played enough with that?”
“This one?” she inquired, raising the whip before smacking the tip against one of those clamps, making me hiss once more. “Not at all. It’s quite enjoyable. I see why you like it.”
“It’s going to turn your ass very red once I’m free.”
“Once, once, once. You’re not free yet.”
“Just a reminder that if you play your cards right and release me, I might consider being more lenient,” I explained.
“We both know you won’t hold back at all now. The moment I tied you up, I doomed myself,” she retorted.
“Destructive tendencies. Yes, I noticed you had them when I filled that USB with all your secrets,” I remarked.
Alison shrugged, thoroughly enjoying the moment without dwelling on the consequences. She reveled in the power she held at this very instant, and I found myself uncertain about what I would do to her when I finally got my hands on her. My initial anger had dissipated as she teased and played with me, leaving me unsure about the purpose of my punishment. I might take her, restrain her, and fuck her, but did I actually want to use any of those secrets against her? I couldn’t quite figure it out because my blood was heading south, making it hard to concentrate.
“I’ll cross that bridge when I get there,” she replied, causing me to shake my head. I honestly wanted her to continue, but it seemed that my little slave was growing excessively confident. We all knew how reckless overly confident people could be. I didn’t want her to reach the point where she might actually insert something into my ass. It was time to shift the balance of power. My hands were itching to touch her body, and I glanced at the restraints. My arms were tingling a bit from the effort of trying to break free while they were positioned above my head. But that wouldn’t stop me from attempting it once more, causing the old bed to groan under the strain. Alison noticed it as well, and her confidence waned as she watched the wood complain slightly.
“You can’t break that,” she asserted, but I detected a hint of doubt in her eyes.
“Are you sure? The bed is quite old,” I challenged.
“You’re not Superman!” she exclaimed.
“No, but adrenaline does strange things to the body,” I reminded her, pulling again. The wood creaked once more but didn’t quite give in.
I listened to Alison’s movements, and then I felt her on top of me. I ceased my struggling, feeling her warm body pressing against mine once more. I turned to look at her, seeing the confident smile on her face before she lifted herself up. She slid her panties to the side and grabbed my cock, then began lowering herself onto it.
“Shit, fuck, God!” I cried out as I was engulfed by her sweet, warm pussy. I was so on edge that I nearly climaxed from the mere sensation of sliding inside her. However, I soon realized her motive— she was trying to drain me of strength so I couldn’t break free. The wood still creaked as I strained against my restraints, my body tensing from being inside Alison. She held me there, and it was driving me to the brink of desperation. “Move, Alison, move!”
“No,” she taunted me.
I couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving chuckle at her audaciousness. She had my cock in the most delightful of prisons, and I desperately needed her to move. I was on the verge of begging, but I restrained myself. Yet, it seemed that Alison was well aware of the internal struggle I was going through. She leaned in closer, running her tongue along one of the clamps, teasing me with that simple gesture.
“Beg me for it,” she whispered.
“You’re insane!” I snarled, unable to believe the audacity of her request.
“Feels like déjà vu, doesn’t it?” she teased, harking back to the times when she had accused me of insanity whenever I’d asked her to do something she disliked.
“You know you won’t be walking when I’m done with you, right? I’ll make sure to come as many times as I want inside you.”
“I know you have stamina, but you can’t go all night. Last time you just used my pleasure mostly against me. The downside of being a man, you go flat after one little orgasm,” she countered with a confident smirk.
