1. Price of Betrayal 1


    Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Fisting, Male/Female, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    this," I said, sliding my dick in next to my hand, causing Ella to scream in pain as I stretched her out. Once it was in, I grasped it and jacked off while pounding into her. It was awkward, but fuck did it feel good. I could hear her breathing quicken, and her fists clenched in their restraints. She tried to buck her hips, but I slapped them down, and she complied. "If you fucking cum before I do, I'll beat your ass raw before I fuck it," I snarled, hoping that she would and give me an excuse. She tried not to, I know she did, but I felt her shudder, and she grunted and tensed mere seconds before I climaxed silently but violently, releasing a meager amount of cum into her. I pulled both my hand and my cock out and rested my head on her back for a moment, catching my breath. When I stood, I saw that her head was turned sideways on the rest, her eyes were closed, and she was trying to regulate her own breathing. "Shit, that was good," I said, and she opened her eyes and smiled. "Got it all out of your system?" she asked, hope shining in her eyes. "Oh, baby, you forgot something." "What?" I didn't say anything as I walked to the wall that held her equipment. I ran my fingers over the thinnest cane and looked over my shoulder at her, my eyebrows raised. "No, Andrew, please," she said softly. My fingers left the cane and dropped to the whips. I looked at her again. She shook her head desperately. "What did I say?" I said, moving my fingers to the belts. She sighed resignedly. "I ...
    couldn't cum before you." "Or?" "Or you'd beat my ass raw before you fucked it." I selected an inch-wide, black belt from the wall and turned to face her. She nodded reluctantly. "And did you? Cum before me, that is?" "Yes," she said quickly, "but just barely." She tried grinning at me, but it didn't reach her eyes. "And you enjoyed It, I know you did." "Oh, I enjoyed it immensely," I said, stalking back to her and running the leather down her spine. She shivered and squirmed, and I lightly snapped it on her shoulder blades. "Hold still, Ella. You know better than that." "Yes, Sir," she mumbled. I was shocked. She never called me Sir or Master, and I never told her to. She was my equal, and she knew it, even when I had her strapped down. That's why I let her choose her method of punishment. She must really not want this if she was playing that game with me. I moved in front of her and squatted down, taking her chin in my fingers. "Talk to me, Ella. Rule number six." She sighed. "I just know how you are when you are angry, Andrew, and I don't want to get hurt." "Oh, sweetheart," I said, kissing her lightly. "I'm not angry at you. I already hurt the bitch that pissed me off. You have nothing to fear from me." I held up the belt. "Yes or no?" She smiled, and this time it did reach her eyes. "As long as you're in control, yes." She laughed when I grinned delightedly and bounded to my feet. I ran the leather along her spine again, and this time, she shuddered, not in fear, but in ...