this turns me on, seeing
you in such terrible pain, and so tired, but pushing yourself to give me
pleasure no matter how much it hurts. That’s it Darlin’, cry while you ride me. Hurt for me.”
He lasted nearly ten minutes, but once again stopped
her before he came.
She was crying nonstop now, with tears streaming from
her eyes.
Before she realized anything had changed, he grasped
both of her ankles with his right hand, reached up with his left arm to support
her torso, and pulled her off his cock and rolled her over until he cradled her
like a baby as he stood.
It felt so good to relax into his arms, and she
snuggled into his chest as he walked her through the house.
When they reached the bedroom he stood her in a
corner. “Lean forward, let the walls support you.”
He reached to the side for something, but Sam didn’t
dare turn to see what he was doing. He was all Dom right now, and expected
complete trust and obedience.
Her arms were gently pulled behind her, and a few
seconds later she realized he was preparing to lace her into the armbinder.
“Since we’ve completed your anal training, I think
it’s about time we begin training you into these.”
He smoothed the leather and began working the laces.
“It wouldn’t have worked while I wasn’t living with you, but now that we’re in
the same house we can lace you into them every night, if I want.”
Sam’s arms tensed as she tried to fight the pull, but
he popped her on the ass. Hard.
“Submit to it, Samantha. Let the leather and laces
support your arms. Relax your shoulders and allow it. Don’t fight it. Don’t
fight me .”
She’d been in them a few times, but he hadn’t pulled
the laces as tight as he worked them now and she had to step on her panic to
keep it from taking over.
When at last he stopped tugging and pulling the
laces, he gently pulled her away from the wall. His strong arms made sure she
had her balance, and he slowly walked her to the bed.
“I’ve got you, Darlin’. Climb on the bed, and rest on
your knees a second.”
He made sure she was centered in the mattress and
told her he’d only be gone a few seconds. She heard his footsteps fade as he
went towards the kitchen, and then grow louder again as he returned. Her
shoulders and chest ached, and she felt so self-conscious with her breasts
poking out and up. Nudity didn’t normally bother her, but stretched and pulled
and contorted like this, she felt so vulnerable .
He returned with a huge glass of water, and a bowl.
She was pretty sure the white stuff in the bowl was coconut oil, which meant he
wasn’t finished with her ass yet.
He held the straw in front of her mouth and
encouraged her to drink, and alternated taking a drink himself while she took
time to swallow and breathe.
“Thank you, Sir. I think I’ve had enough.”
In truth, swallowing was awkward with her arms pulled
so far back. She’d managed it when she was thirsty, but would wait until he
took the armbinder off to ask for more.
Ethan casually smoothed more coconut oil over his
cock before stretching out on the bed beside her.
“Straddle me, Samantha. I’ll run some more lube
inside you, and then you’re going to ride me some more.”
Damn. She was really hoping he’d at least fuck her this time. It was so much easier to just accept the pain, rather than be forced
to inflict it upon herself. But, he was making a point, and she deserved this
and worse. She’d wanted someone who could make her submit, and she’d
found him.
“I love you,” she said, borrowing a page from his
book and reminding herself, more than telling him.
He smiled and caressed her hip with his non-greasy
hand. “I love you, too. So much it scares me sometimes. But you’re still going
to ride me.” He pinched her nipple, and then soothed it when she gasped in
pain. “I love you enough to correct you, to enforce our agreement, and to make
sure you know I own your ass.”
He used his left hand to help her move in
you in such terrible pain, and so tired, but pushing yourself to give me
pleasure no matter how much it hurts. That’s it Darlin’, cry while you ride me. Hurt for me.”
He lasted nearly ten minutes, but once again stopped
her before he came.
She was crying nonstop now, with tears streaming from
her eyes.
Before she realized anything had changed, he grasped
both of her ankles with his right hand, reached up with his left arm to support
her torso, and pulled her off his cock and rolled her over until he cradled her
like a baby as he stood.
It felt so good to relax into his arms, and she
snuggled into his chest as he walked her through the house.
When they reached the bedroom he stood her in a
corner. “Lean forward, let the walls support you.”
He reached to the side for something, but Sam didn’t
dare turn to see what he was doing. He was all Dom right now, and expected
complete trust and obedience.
Her arms were gently pulled behind her, and a few
seconds later she realized he was preparing to lace her into the armbinder.
“Since we’ve completed your anal training, I think
it’s about time we begin training you into these.”
He smoothed the leather and began working the laces.
“It wouldn’t have worked while I wasn’t living with you, but now that we’re in
the same house we can lace you into them every night, if I want.”
Sam’s arms tensed as she tried to fight the pull, but
he popped her on the ass. Hard.
“Submit to it, Samantha. Let the leather and laces
support your arms. Relax your shoulders and allow it. Don’t fight it. Don’t
fight me .”
She’d been in them a few times, but he hadn’t pulled
the laces as tight as he worked them now and she had to step on her panic to
keep it from taking over.
When at last he stopped tugging and pulling the
laces, he gently pulled her away from the wall. His strong arms made sure she
had her balance, and he slowly walked her to the bed.
“I’ve got you, Darlin’. Climb on the bed, and rest on
your knees a second.”
He made sure she was centered in the mattress and
told her he’d only be gone a few seconds. She heard his footsteps fade as he
went towards the kitchen, and then grow louder again as he returned. Her
shoulders and chest ached, and she felt so self-conscious with her breasts
poking out and up. Nudity didn’t normally bother her, but stretched and pulled
and contorted like this, she felt so vulnerable .
He returned with a huge glass of water, and a bowl.
She was pretty sure the white stuff in the bowl was coconut oil, which meant he
wasn’t finished with her ass yet.
He held the straw in front of her mouth and
encouraged her to drink, and alternated taking a drink himself while she took
time to swallow and breathe.
“Thank you, Sir. I think I’ve had enough.”
In truth, swallowing was awkward with her arms pulled
so far back. She’d managed it when she was thirsty, but would wait until he
took the armbinder off to ask for more.
Ethan casually smoothed more coconut oil over his
cock before stretching out on the bed beside her.
“Straddle me, Samantha. I’ll run some more lube
inside you, and then you’re going to ride me some more.”
Damn. She was really hoping he’d at least fuck her this time. It was so much easier to just accept the pain, rather than be forced
to inflict it upon herself. But, he was making a point, and she deserved this
and worse. She’d wanted someone who could make her submit, and she’d
found him.
“I love you,” she said, borrowing a page from his
book and reminding herself, more than telling him.
He smiled and caressed her hip with his non-greasy
hand. “I love you, too. So much it scares me sometimes. But you’re still going
to ride me.” He pinched her nipple, and then soothed it when she gasped in
pain. “I love you enough to correct you, to enforce our agreement, and to make
sure you know I own your ass.”
He used his left hand to help her move in
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