Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (2 page)

"Nicholas, please." Her voice was a husky plea as her tongue darted out to wet her lips, leaving them shiny and lush and oh so kissable, but Nicholas resisted and simply ran his thumb over the bottom one. It trembled, and Amelia's mouth opened in response, a small cry escaping her as her breath quickened. Never before had she wanted something so much. Every inch of her flesh ached with need.

"Not good enough, pigeon. That's asking not telling."

Nicholas straightened and backed away from the bed where Amelia was cuffed to
the headboard. Her long auburn hair lay in a mass of tangled curls about her head. Her hazel eyes were hooded and glazed. Her nipples taunt little rosy tips that graced the sweet curves of her breasts. Her skin pale, as yet unmarred by the pain that was to come. The fine sheen of sweat that beaded her upper lip, hands that relentlessly clenched into fists over and over, and the way Amelia tossed her head from side to side as she pulled on her bindings, bespoke the agonized need that raged inside.

He’d bound her ankles to the bedposts as well, stretching her sleek form out before him. Nicholas could see every delectable inch of her, and he watched her now, smiling, as his retreat made Amelia whimper and raise her hips in frustration. She burned everywhere. Every nerve ending was on fire, needing Nicholas's hands upon her. A need so deep it arose from her very core, a need so wicked, that it tormented her, even as the wild, desperate waves of desire rolled through her.

He had painted her with honey earlier, the soft brush driving her mad, and had just finished slowly licking the sticky sweet sugar off her skin. Nicholas knew that at this point she'd do anything, if only he'd touch her some more. Nicholas saw the mad, desperate desire in Amelia's eyes and smiled. She was hanging on the precipice, ready to fall, and she loved it. This loss of control was what her soul yearned for.

Amelia cried out, a feral sound fueled by desperation, and twisted on the bed. She needed him. Needed Nicholas to hold onto her hips, fingers digging in deep, bruising her flesh inside and out, riding her hard without mercy, driving himself so incredibly deep, crushing her as he fucked the hell out of her. Riding, riding, riding until she lay beneath him, her passion finally spent, her body at last satiated, unable to do anything but breathe.

When Nicholas took her that way, he buried himself in her very being, and touched her deeper than any man ever had.
Only Nicholas could make her spiral out of control with his powerful measured thrusts. The ones that were so deep they drove her over the edge. The ones that filled her almost painfully full. The ones that made her scream and scream and scream, until she lay trembling beneath him.

This was sweet agony, and only Nicholas could take her here. He took control of her body and soul, and made her beg for things she didn't even know could be done to a woman. Twisted, harsh, wicked things; forbidden, depraved, and oh so wrong. Things that made her soar to heights of ecstasy, and drove her to the edge of sanity. Things that left her mindless and vulnerable. Things that left all of her completely exposed. Things that made her helpless, lost, and defenseless, but always protected by him, only him.

Nicholas had taught her new uses for ice cubes and candle wax, her nipples and taunt belly burning hot, then chilled and aching. He'd punished her with straps of
braided leather, making each nerve sing with its stinging pain. He punished her body with things hard and soft, the pain igniting a need more primal than simple desire. He took away her control and inhibitions, with blindfolds, handcuffs, and gags. He'd introduced her to tiny clamps that pinched her nipples and made her cry from their sharp bite that were so like his teeth sinking into her flesh.

She had been taken to heaven when Nicholas had poured wine over her body, the cold liquid pooling in her navel and running between her sensitive nether lips before he’d whisked it away with his talented tongue. He’d made her come in so many different ways that Amelia didn't even know herself when Nicholas fulfilled her hidden secret desires. Yes there were nights he was gentle and tender, they would make soft, sweet love, but this was not one of those nights. Tonight Nicholas would be rough and cruel, and her body would ache in the
morning, but she would find fulfillment with his every touch.

"Nicholas please."

"What can I do to you, pet?"

"Anything. Do anything but please do something. Please."

"Tell me baby, tell me what you want me to do, Amelia."

"Hurt me. Take me hard. Touch me, fuck me. Nicholas, please. Do whatever you want, just please let me cum."

"That's my good girl." Nicholas untied her ankles and pushed her feet back so Amelia’s legs were up and bent, spreading her wide before him. Bending down, he sank his teeth into Amelia's inner thigh, making Amelia let out a keening wail. Nicholas thrust two fingers inside her as he suckled at the wound, pumping hard, bruising, rubbing her clit roughly with him thumb. Amelia bucked up, riding his hand, wishing she could hold on to him, knowing Nicholas would stop before she came. Just a little bit more and
she'd be over the brink. Just a little bit more. Oh god please, just a little bit more.

Nicholas rolled her clit between his forefinger and thumb pinching roughly, making her cry out before pulling back his hand. Amelia looked at him, pleading, as he licked Amelia's juices from his fingers. "So very, very wet Amelia. Sweet and succulent, my dirty girl. My nasty whore is coming out to play."

Amelia twisted before him in sweet agony, craving his touch, mad with longing. "No, please Nicholas, please don't stop. Oh god, don't stop. So close." She thrashed, her head back and forth, chewing her bottom lip, whimpering, dying for his talented fingers. So close, she'd been so close. God how she hated him, and oh how she loved him. Evil, wicked, twisted, depraved, and hers, all hers.

"Easy love, we've just started this game. I have some new toys today, pet. Do you want to see them?" Amelia pouted and Nicholas leaned over her, taking her lip in his teeth and nibbling gently. "Only bad girls
pout, Amelia." Suddenly his eyes turned hard, the tenderness disappearing in a flash. His voice held a hint of menace that made her shiver. Her sweet tender lover was gone. There would be no room for niceties this evening. Tonight Nicholas was the man who would hurt her. He would torment her and drive her wild, make her scream and beg, fill her with pain and make her soar with passion, but most of all, he’d make her come over and over. He grasped Amelia's face in his hand, squeezing until she winced, tears filling her eyes.

"Baby's being naughty, and naughty girls always get what they deserve. Don't try to rush me, sweet, and don't pout, or I might have to leave you here alone for a little while until you learn some patience."

"No, please. I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you will be when I'm teaching you a lesson pet. I'm gonna punish you good and proper my bad little Amelia, till your beautiful ass is all hot and quivering, and sweet tears are rolling down your
cheeks. Punished and fucked kitten, that’s what you’ll be. I'm going to make my naughty girl come and come and come. Is that what you want me to do?"

"Oh God, yes." Amelia sighed, breasts heaving, thighs quivering as she anticipated what the night would bring. She loved it when his voice was sinister and dark, whispering all of the nasty things he was going to do to her; the dangerous tone sent shivers up her spine and heat spiraling to her core.

Nicholas smiled and trailed a finger along Amelia's neck and over her shoulder, running it around one nipple then the other, never touching the hard little pebbles, just skimming around them, driving her mad. Circling, circling, and circling, until she moaned and arched her back. In response to her desperate need, Nicholas pinched each nipple in turn, making Amelia hiss and cry out. He smirked, his eyes holding a wicked glint. Her torment was exactly what he wanted. He loved controlling her every
sensation. Tonight she was all his, body and soul. He gave each nipple one more pinch, then went back to the maddeningly light touch of before, eliciting another moan of anguish.

When she thought she’d lose her mind for wanting more, he finally moved his hand down to the smooth lips between her legs, stroking the baby soft skin. Nicholas loved the feeling of Amelia being bare, insisted upon it in fact. It was so incredibly sensuous. He was sure Amelia had thought so as well when he’d slowly licked the honey off the smooth lips of her cunt. But now his touch was barely perceptible, and Amelia arched her hips up needing more contact. She was so wet and hot. God, she could feel her juices soaking the sheets beneath her. Suddenly Nicholas slapped her sharply on her baby smooth lips. She cried out and bucked up again. Her clit was so swollen and needy she thought she might go insane.

"No moving without permission. Such a disobedient girl. Shall I start your
punishment, kitten?" His voice was an ominous hiss in her ear, harsh, steely with cold control, sending chills down her spine, making her body quiver with fear and desire. What would he do to her tonight? What would he use to make her cry and beg?

"Yes ... punish me Nicholas.”

Nicholas turned away and retrieved some things from the dresser. "It's playtime, kitten." First he took a silk scarf and quickly tied it over Amelia's eyes. Amelia whimpered half in fear, half in anticipation. She knew Nicholas would never cross the line and hurt her seriously, but those assurances seemed to flee from her mind when he was possessing her so completely.

Amelia heard him unscrew the lid of a jar, and turned her head. Her eyebrows shot up in question over the top of the blindfold, making Nicholas chuckled and tsk. "Naughty girl trying to peek. You'll know soon enough, pet." She felt him move between her legs and had to will herself not to move. Nicholas loosened the binding on her legs so Amelia
could bend her knees, then tied her once more. He spread her ass cheeks with one hand and worked a lubricated finger into her bottom with the other. She relaxed immediately, pushing back, knowing what was expected. The fact that she'd enjoyed anal play so much the first time Nicholas had taken her in the naughty place had shocked her. Now it was something she needed and wanted. Nicholas worked his finger in and out and Amelia had to grit her teeth to stop the rolling of her hips.

"Oh God, Nicholas. Please."

"You are not to cum Amelia, or I will be seriously pissed." His finger was replaced by a bulbous object pressing against her puckered hole. Nicholas pushed it in slowly and Amelia hissed. Whatever it was, it was big. She gasped, and Nicholas gave her a little tweak on her clit then allowed her to catch her breath.

"Let me in, pet." Amelia forced herself to push back as Nicholas worked the plug into her, past the tight ring of muscles,
twisting it, then pushing, pulling back slightly, then shoving hard, making her cry out. When the plug was finally seated all the way in, Amelia's muscles clenched around it, holding it tight. The anal plug’s shape ensured it wouldn't be forced out, and the one he’d chosen today one was big. Bigger than any he’d ever used before. She felt so incredibly full that all she could do was groan. Amelia then felt a strange heat building inside, and wiggled her hips without thinking. Suddenly the warmth became almost uncomfortably hot. She grit her teeth as the sensation filled her, then gasped.

"God, Nicholas, it burns. What did you do? It's hot. Nicholas, please." He pinched her sharply on her throbbing clit, making her wince, but even as she burned inside, her clit aching from his harsh fingers, the juices from her cunt trickled down to wet the sheets.

"You are not to move, Amelia. As for what I chose to fill your sweet bottom with, it’s just a little warming lotion. I'm heating you inside and out tonight to remind you
that your ass belongs to only me, and I can do exactly as I please with it."

Nicholas watched her face carefully for signs of serious discomfort, and waited to see if she would use the safe word. He would never be careless when it came to Amelia, never push past the limit of what she could endure. It was all in the name of pleasure. Amelia knew she only had to whisper the one agreed upon word and Nicholas would stop at once, but so far, that whispered word had never been spoken between them. As Nicholas waited out her reaction to the lotion and plug, Amelia let out a little sigh.

"That's a good girl. Does it feel nice now? Is your ass all hot and tingly?"

"Ummmmmmm. Fuck me, Nicholas, please. Need you."

He grinned and shook his head. God he loved her. "Not yet, pigeon. Now then, on your stomach with you." Nicholas unlocked her wrists, and freed her ankles, then flipped her over. He stuffed a pillow beneath her stomach, then bound her hands and ankles
again. The sight of Amelia’s fully presented, creamy white ass, made his cock rock hard, his need was rising as surely as that of his sweet pet’s. He couldn't wait to fuck her, but first she had to be punished.

Nicholas roughly fucked her bottom with the butt plug until Amelia was caught between whimpering in pain and moaning in pleasure. The nasty things he did to her, never ceased to drive her wild. The fact that she loved every one of them made her question her own sanity at times. Her whole world revolved around the delicious sensations he was creating in her body.

Nicholas began to move the plug slowly, deeply, gently until she rocked her hips in rhythm, on the verge of a powerful climax. She was dying to ride the wave that would crest and send her crashing over the edge. Her juices were running down her thighs, her clit was throbbing with need, her nipples were hard pebbles pressed into the cool sheet beneath her body. Every inch of her skin was alive with a throbbing sensation
of need and desire. Amelia pulled on her restraints and rocked her hips again, unable to help herself.