1. Erin and Jonathon's First Date


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: SharkInChardonnay, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    touching. “And you’ll let me do anything I want, to you?” “Yes, just do it to me.” “I can put you back in stockings?” She bit down again. “Yes.” “And I can show Beth?” “Yes, yes.” Jonathon had lost control. “I can put you over my knee and spank you?” “Oh fuck. Yes, yes.” “I can whip your cock with a riding crop?” The need to bite her lip to prevent her giggling had evaporated. It had been replaced with a look of purposefulness and want. “Yes.” “In front of her?” “Anything, anything. Please fuck me. I’m fucking desperate.” Jonathon was pleading, virtually begging for release. “And I can squeeze your balls, really, really hard? “Yes, fucking yes. Whatever you want.” Jonathon had all but given up reason. He wanted her, now, and he was willing to do anything for her. “You’re sure?” “Yes, Jesus, fuck. Squeeze all you want.” “Right, we’ll start with that then.” She took her hand away. “Ohhhh fuckkkk,” he groaned. She sat looking at the exasperated grin that had formed on his face. For the first time that evening, she felt uncertainty. She knew what she wanted, right there in that instant, but the thought of another James left her fraught with doubt. Laura had done this; he’d asked her to, she’d said, but she had no idea as to the intensity of their games. She’d done it to Jimmy and he’d handled it. She nibbled her lip and her chest heaved. She’d planned for it, debating whether to go easy, but in the end deciding on an alternative. First the pain, then the pleasure. He was just ...
    about as aroused as she could imagine anyone could possibly be. She reached out. Jonathon screamed out as the pain ripped through his abdomen and sharp fingernails dug into his scrotum. He thrashed against the ties, securely holding him in his helpless position. Erin gripped tight, struggling to hold on to the bucking torso. “Aarrghhh, loose, loose, fuckin’ loose.” She giggled, the nerves of a few moments before, obliterated. “Fuckin’ loose. Aaarggghhh. Jesus, Jesus. Please.” “Stop whining and I’ll let go,” she shouted above his cries. “Arrrggghhh, fuckin’ let go. Please, please.” She shouted louder, “Shut the fuck up. I’ll let go when you shut up.” Jonathon heard. He bit down on his lip stifling any further sounds. Her grip relaxed, subtly, but enough to tell him to stay quiet. “Are you going to be quiet now?” “Hmm.” He nodded, unable to speak. “Good.” She let go. Jonathon erupted. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he roared, angrily thrashing against his bonds, as the pain she had inflicted began, slowly, to ease. Erin laughed at his rage. "Fucking untie me... I'm fucking done." Erin's hand cupped his balls again. "Do you want some more?" The pleading instantly returned, "No, no, please, please, no." "Then just shut the fuck up and calm the fuck down," she scolded. "How about my tits in your hands?" Jonathon remained silent; a contained belligerent anger seething within; his pain still dissipating. Erin laughed. "Oh, come on." She knelt on the floor beside the bed and ...