The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(94)

“Harder,” he instructed, letting her see him opening and closing the clamps, hearing her soft moan as she tugged her nipples harder, smelling her unique scent wafting on the air. “Present your titties.” She moved her hands beneath her breasts, lifting their weight, her face flushed as he approached. Opening the first clamp, he placed it over her right nipple, watching her eyes drop to her tit. “Eyes on me,” he ordered, and once she met his gaze, he released the clamp, seeing the surprise in her eyes first, quickly followed by a flash of pain.

“Oh… God…”

He captured her left nipple, having to reach up to give the already seated clamp a swat to keep her from squirming away. Now knowing what to expect, she whimpered as he pressed the clamp around her taut bud but didn’t yet allow it to bite, making her wait, watching her eyes widen and then hearing her cry when he released the clamp.

“Go lay down on the table.” Stepping back to allow her to pass, he watched as she sat on the coffee table, hearing her soft hiss as her punished bottom took her weight. “On your back, heels to your ass, legs wide.” Once she was in position, he reached for the dildo.

“So you like playing in places where your fingers don’t belong?”

“No… no, sir. I mean I did masturbate but… but I didn’t really enjoy it.”

“No? Tell me, did you cum?”

Her eyes closed briefly and she nodded, whispering, “Yes, sir.”

“Women don’t cum because they don’t enjoy something now do they?”

“No… no, sir. But… I prefer when you touch me.”

Drake knew that she did and also knew that he wasn’t really punishing her for masturbating. Hell, he often instructed her to do so for his enjoyment. But he was punishing her for doing so without asking permission… permission he would have granted had she but asked. He knew she was a sexual woman, one who truly enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure. She’d only needed to ask and yet she hadn’t and then, surely knowing he knew of her transgression, she’d still chosen to lie. For that she was going to be sorry.

“Put your fingers in your kitty and get it nice and wet.” He chuckled, “Wetter than it is now. I want to hear your cunt sloshing around your fingers as you fuck yourself.”

“Please…”

“Now!”

Her hand dropped between her legs.

“Let your legs drop open, keep your feet flat.” Once she had, her sex was displayed, her fingers stroking along the seam of her sex, fingers already glistening with her accumulated cream. Seeing a finger move to circle her clit, he shook his head. “I didn’t tell you to play with your clit. Get those fingers inside your cunt and fuck yourself.” His cock was stiffening and yet he wouldn’t relieve his ache until he was giving her the last part of her punishment. Hearing the sounds he’d wanted to hear, he squatted down beside her, holding the dildo. “I want this buried in that naughty cunt of yours… every inch of it.”

She took it from him and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. “Spread your lips apart with your other hand. I want to see your cunt struggle to take every inch.” Her face flushed as her other hand moved between her legs, fingers splaying to push apart her outer labia lips, exposing the pink inner ones. “That’s it. Now fuck yourself as you did in my bed that morning.”

Inch by inch she worked the dildo into her body. He heard her whimper as her body was forced to stretch around the rubber phallus. Drake decided to help her and reached for the chain resting in the valley of her breasts. Lifting it, he watched her eyes as he gave it a tug, extending her nipples in their clamps. “All the way inside, nice and deep.”

“I… I’m trying, sir.”

“Try harder,” he suggested, lifting the chain higher, causing her to arch her back to avoid the stretch. “Naughty, lie down. Don’t worry about your tits. Worry about that fake dick between your legs.” Once she was flat on her back again, he returned his gaze to her cunt, watching as she applied more pressure and the last two inches of the dildo disappeared, only the balls left to keep her labia lips well spread.

“What’s left?” he asked, turning back to look at her face, seeing her emerald green eyes glazed with a combination of pain and pleasure. Releasing the chain, relieving the stretch in her nipples, he reached for the last item on the table. “Ah, yes. Tell me, Regina, did you push a finger into your bottom hole? You know, the one you keep telling me is too small for my fingers much less my cock?”

“Please… please don’t make me…”

“Answer the question. Did you or did you not push your finger into your ass?”

Tears filled her eyes but she nodded. “Just… a little… I…”

“Good, then you know exactly where this little plug is going, don’t you?”

Tears spilled to slide down her face into her hair. “Yes, sir.”

“Where?”

“In… up my ass, Master.”

Moving to the couch, he picked up two pillows and returned to the table. “Bottom up,” he said and once she’d lifted her hips, he pushed the pillows beneath her, raising her ass several inches off the table’s surface. Pulling the tube of lubricant from where he’d placed it beneath the table, he spread a tiny bit onto the head of the butt plug. “Since we both know that your bottom hole has already been opened by your enema nozzle, I don’t believe there’s need for too much lube, do you?” He didn’t expect an answer as they both knew the question was rhetorical. Spreading the lube over the surface of the plug, he held it out. “You know what to do. Bury your plug up your ass. Keep those legs spread wide. I want to watch. Perhaps you can teach your Master something he doesn’t know. After all, you do whine when I play with your asshole don’t you?”