Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (15 page)

Chapter 2

James stepped over the things Beth had so dutifully placed on the floor, ready to start their game. He inhaled, savoring the scent of her desire and fear. It was musky, palatable, a heady mix of heat and tension, nothing on earth could compare. He loved how she looked when they were poised on the brink of her discipline too. Ready to begin, knowing there was no turning back, opening up only for him, waiting in fear of the unknown.

The way she trembled, knowing she was on edge and ready to abandon everything to him, made him hard as steel. He owned her now. She was his alone, more so in times like these, than in any other. Yes they had a special joining of their hearts, a deep relationship that transcended those of most others. To the outside world they were friends, lovers, confidants, but now, now when he was Master and she his pet, she truly
became the submissive woman he desired her to be.

He slowly circled her like a predator, eyeing her up like some fine tasty morsel. His tongue coming out, as he licked his lips. He knew what she would taste like, how her skin would feel beneath his lips and tongue, and was eager for the intermingling of tastes that were uniquely Beth. Her tears, her sweat, her juices as they flowed over her thighs, and in the end, her submission, her ultimate gift to him. All of it, along with the feel of her skin silky and hot under his hands, and the sound of her cries, would be his for this long, long night.

"Beth." The one word was said with a low growl of possessiveness. It held the promise of pain and ecstasy, and the ultimate knowledge that she belonged to him. She shivered in response, chills racing down her spine as heat built in her belly. The sound of his feral tone always had this effect on her. This was her Master talking now, not her lover, and she embraced his wildness, welcomed it, eagerly awaited it, as she stood before him.

He reached out and cupped a breast, holding it lightly, jiggling it, weighing it in his palm, then rubbed the nipple with his thumb until it
hardened with practiced, talented fingers designed to please. When he got the response he desired, through pleasure, James changed his touch to one of pain, pinching, pulling, hurting, until she gasped, and the hard nub that was her nipple was red between his cruel fingers.

"Pity we don’t have clamps for these." She said nothing, glad as hell that he hadn’t chosen any. "There are other ways to torture you, but still, I like the clamps. They make your little buds so rosy and sensitive. You’re putty in my hands when I put them on. The strong, unshakable Beth disappears when I hurt you here. The clamps bring tears when nothing else will."

He was right, they did, almost instantly. Her nipples were so incredibly sensitive that any punishment of them was agony. She could take anything else. Her strength made her tough in her day to day life. She never allowed weakness, and never ever thought of losing control. It was one of the reasons she needed him and only him to play these kinds of games with. He knew her, knew what it took to break her to take her to the level she desired. To take her to that place where all her worries disappeared and she was free. But the clamps, oh when he pulled out the clamps,
fear pooled in her belly and thought of freedom through pain disappeared.

She knew where his ranting were leading, knew what he was thinking, and yet, she couldn’t hold her tongue though she knew it was suicide. She hadn't crossed over yet, not completely, and she knew it was time. All she needed was a little push.

"Yes, Sir. It is a shame."

James caught the sarcasm in her voice and looked up, surprised that she had dared to taunt him. It was clear that she hadn’t fully engaged in their game as of yet, had not entered the all important mind set where she needed to be. Well that would be easy to remedy.

Quick as lightning he picked up the crop and slashed it across her breasts, back and forth, over and over, raising welts and bringing tears to her eyes, his aim hitting her nipples more often as not, just as planned. When he was through, he picked up the tawse and held one breast firmly in hand and began to give sharp little whacks up close to the nipple, making her hiss in a breath to keep from howling out her pain. When he was satisfied that her bud was indeed red enough, he switched to the other breast to deliver more of the same. Just when Beth was about to beg him
to stop, when she was about to become a blubbering mess, he did, and stood back to admire his handiwork.

"There now, pretty as summer berries. It really is a shame about the clamps. They would look so nice, and I know their bite would drive you wild. Maybe... Maybe I’ll change the rules. After all, the only rule I really have to follow is obeying your safe word."

He wouldn’t! Oh her nipples were burning. He couldn’t change the rules now and make her wear the clamps after torturing her there so badly. Fair was fair, and he hadn’t chosen them. Beth shook her head just slightly in defiance, but James saw the movement none the less.

"Does baby have something to say?" He could hardly believe she was still being so rebellious. She remained mute but he knew he needed to punish her anyway. "I didn’t think so, and since you have no opinion in the matter, the clamps it will be."

"Bastard."

"What was that, Beth?"

Beth mulled over her choices. Deny saying such a stupid thing and face the consequences for lying because they both knew damn well with his hearing was freakishly sharp, and he’d heard
her loud and clear, or tell the truth like she was dying to anyway and pay for her insolence.

"Bastard..., Sir."

God she was an idiot. She closed her eyes and shook her head, waiting for the first blow. James didn't disappoint, not really, he simply took a different approach to tame his disobedient girl.

He pounced, grabbing her roughly, one hand entangling in her hair, pulling it free from its pins, yanking back, barring her throat, the other hand delving between her legs, rubbing, rubbing, fingers thrusting in, squelching in her juices. Sliding, fucking her senseless, making her knees weak, making her melt into him, making her mewl.

"Stupid Beth. Still so full of bravado and defiance. Well we can easily take care of that. Look at me slut. I want to watch your face as you bend to your Master’s will."

She opened her eyes and saw he was in full game face. His eyes were molten fire, flashing with fury at her defiance. His breath came in little pants as his mouth hovered over her neck, scenting her, wanting to taste her, ready to bite deeply.

Beth knew deep inside that he wouldn't hurt her, not really, the rational man inside, the part
that was her James, would hold back, but she also knew his wicked side was unpredictable. When he was her Master, he was feral and wild. He was always in control, but used every one of her weaknesses to his advantage. Biting her on the neck, like a wolf who is making his mate submit, turned her to a quivering mess inside.

'Take her, hurt her, force her to obey'.  The wild part of him cried. James knew he was balancing on the edge, letting his darkness come close to taking hold, and he let the glorious sensations of his guttural animal wash over him, the predator reacting to the thought of the pain, the thrill, the anticipation. It would be so easy to let go, and feed his sadistic beast until it had its fill.  The closeness of her calmed him just enough to save her. This was his love, his life's chosen one. He could discipline her, bring her back in line, but never, ever, truly harm her.

Beth felt the waves of desire roar through him. Felt the indecision, the instinctual need to wound, the need for blood, and it was coupled by the desire in her own soul rising up from the thrusting of his fingers into her core. She did fear him at times like these, and the fear of his barely controlled inner demons made the adrenaline pump through her, heightening her need.

Oh that hand, those fingers, they were working magic and making her weak. The sound of them squelching and thrusting, the feel of them plunging in and out was making her dizzy and she abandoned everything to him in that second.

James felt her let go, felt her cross over, and gave her just a hint more pleasure for her gift to him, then roughly thrust her away, shoving her to the cold floor, growling, snarling, glaring at her, before pulling himself together.

"Never, ever, talk back to me again, whore. I won't tolerate your disrespect. All rules are off now, my little bitch, I shall use what I want, in whatever capacity I want, for as long as I feel it is necessary. On your feet now."

Beth rose slowly, her breast aching painfully, her pussy on fire. Needy, wet, burning from his touch. She gazed at him briefly, not in defiance, but so he could see the submission in her eyes; then looked down, standing with her hands behind her neck and her legs parted, baring all of herself to him.

"Good girl." James picked up the discarded crop and teased her nipples a bit more. Small stinging strikes meant to make them hard as
pebbles and oh so sore, then he put it aside and went to the bed, picking up the hated clamps.

He chose the kind that he could screw on and tighten to his liking, and she had to stifle a groan. They were better than the clover clamps, those things were sheer agony, but not by much.

He came to her and cupped one breast gently, then leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth and laved the burning bud with his tongue. "Such a sweet little morsel. Ripe for the eating. Shall I suck it or bite it pet?"

To her relief he chose to suckle it, soothing one then the other, and Beth sighed at the sensation, wanting to lean into him, wanting more, seeking the relief only he could give her as he went from breast to breast, but in far too short a time it was over.

He'd backed away and held up the clamps, then cupped her breasts one at a time as he affixed the hated devices. Beth winced, drawing in a sharp breath as he tightened one clamp with a practiced twist of his fingers.

"Breathe through it, baby. Breathe through the pain for me." She did what he said, panting, fighting to get to the place where the agony would meld into pleasure.

"That's a good girl." He did the same to the other nipple, bringing tears to her eyes as he tightened the clamp cruelly, then smirked as he stood back and flicked each clamp with his fingers, making them jump on her nipples and pulling a cry from deep within her. Finally satisfied, he moved to the other side of the room, ignoring her for a minute, leaving her wondering in her agony what would come next.

"Clean up those toys we aren't going to use. We're gonna need the bed soon." At the look of desire and hope in her eyes he laughed. Not a good-humored one that came from deep inside, but an evil one that spoke of things better not asked about.

"No baby, I'm not ready to fuck you yet. Not even close. I just need to lay you out so I can begin to punish every inch of you. Now get over there and clean off the bed."

Beth did as she was told, grimacing inside over the pain any movement caused her tortured nipples. She couldn't imagine how they would feel if he left the damn things on her as he walloped her ass, and she didn't want to find out. God she wished she could loosen them somehow without him knowing, but that was a chance she
wasn't willing to take. Defiance would be insanity.

She quickly picked up the left over items and put them back into the chest, then turned and stood, waiting for her next instruction.

"You look luscious, Beth. Very delightful, so pretty and so very submissive. And you know what the best part of it is?”

Beth shook her head, then quickly said, “No Sir.” At the look of fury in his eyes put there by her lack of response.

“You’re all mine. I own every inch of you. Is the oil heating you up all over?"

Boy was it ever. She could feel it on her clit, on her belly and thighs, and especially deep in her ass. He'd done a very thorough job of it when he'd massaged it in.

"Yes, Sir."

“That's good. Just right to heat you up. It's what my little whore deserves. I like to watch you squirm. Bend over the bed, Beth, legs spread wide, hands out to support yourself."

She turned at once, feeling the trickle of her juices flow down her thighs in response to his order. She took her stance and felt him come up behind her, felt his cool hand on her ass cheek, felt him grind his leather clad cock into her ass,
then lean over her back, pressing his body upon her, mouth at her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you so long and so hard that your eyes cross, Beth. Pound you till your legs give out. No matter how you try to be strong, it won’t be enough to hold you up in compare to my thrusting cock. You're gonna to fall to your knees on the floor like the little bitch you are, and do you know what I'm going to do when that happens, pet?"

Beth's lips were parted in silent cry. Her eyes closed, every nerve singing, every muscle taunt and on edge. When she didn't answer him, he smacked her ass with a low demanding growl.

"Nnn...oo." The word was a husky whisper. A slight stutter produced from an incoherent mind barely able to form conscience thought.

"When that happens, Beth, when you've fallen to your knees, I'm going to keep on fucking you as long and as hard as I possibly can until I think you've learned your lesson, even if it makes your pussy raw. Your cunt, your ass, your sweet lips, your entire body in fact, will remember this for days. Every time you move, your body will ache because of me. You are mine, Beth, and I am going to make you know exactly what that means."