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Revenge, Pt 7: The Blood Starts Flowing

Date: 12/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

reaching that strange daze that submission and pain brought her to. "Three." she said clearly. I matched my last stroke, on her left thigh this time. She didn't move after this hit, and barely made a sound. She went on like this, barely reacting to my steady, measured lashes, until she reached stroke number seven. I hit her and she immediately leapt up onto her knees, lunging forward to grab my headboard. She'd done this the first time I'd spanked her, I remembered. "Jessica," I said, keeping my voice calm and even, "Do you need me to stop?" I knew that she'd refuse. "No, Sir." she gasped, "I can do it. I can do it." "Then get down." I hissed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards, forcing her head back down onto the bed. Her face was turned to the side, her eyes were closed. She hadn't started crying. This annoyed me, weirdly. "Seven." she said. I took my position. I'd been holding back before, not sure how much she could take. This time I twisted my body back and slammed the belt against her with a new force. She lifted her head up an gasped loudly, her mouth open wide. The pain was obviously intense. I grabbed her and forced her back down to the bed. "Eight." she sighed dreamily. Again I attacked her with force, and this time she didn't move. She let out a long, loud moan that ended with the word; "Nine." This was the last one. I had to make it count. I whipped her as hard as I could. Her breath caught in her throat, and I saw her start to relax. "Don't you dare ... move." I growled. She stiffened again, and held the position. "Ten." she whimpered. Her whole body was quivering lightly, and her face was still pressed against my pillows. She hadn't cried, but her eyes were open and dazed. She looked almost high on the sensation of being punished. I grabbed her bruised ass with both hands, causing her to whimper with pain, and ground my crotch against hers from behind. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel the heat and moisture through my underwear as I pushed my bulge against her. "What a slutty little cunt." I hissed, "I think this little cunt needs to be filled, don't you?" She didn't answer at first, but started to sway her hips back and forth, running her flushed lower lips back and forth over my cloth-covered cock. I leaned over her, pressing my body against hers and pushing my bulge harder against her. I grabbed her hair again. "Answer me, slut." I said, twisting. "Sir..." she gasped. She continued to writhe and sway her hips, and I could feel the front of my boxers being soaked in her juices. "Listen to me, whore." I growled, "Tell me what you want." "I want it!" she gasped. "What do you want?" I asked, lightly slapping her face. "I want to be fucked...fucked like a...like a whore!" she confessed. That word had slipped out by accident, and I really hadn't expected her to accept it so easily. So now she was a whore too, as well as a slut. "Good girl." I said. I pulled all the way back from her and pulled the waist band of my ...